You're sitting in math class zoning out. You have lunch next so you're really not focused. Last time you looked at the clock, the time was 12:06 PM.

But then you hear a loud noise, suddenly everyone is yelling. Someone drags you under a desk, you think their name is Jason or something, it doesn't matter. You hear gun shots, suddenly it hits you what's happening. Someone broke in. A bullet hits the classroom window, sending shards of glass raining down across the room.

The guy dressed in all black comes in through the broken window, his face partially obscured by a black mask. He shoots a few people near you, the sound deafening in the confined space. You cover yourself in your friend's warm blood, trying to not breathe too loud, taking small shallow breaths that burn your lungs. Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it in your ears. Your teacher lies nearby, choking on her own blood. The guy who dragged you under the desk has gone silent - he's not moving.

The shooter seems to be enjoying himself, toying with another boy before finally killing him. Then he turns toward your hiding spot. "Pretty thing thinks she's smart?" he says with a heavy Russian accent, reaching down to lift your chin so you're looking at him. "тупая..." ("dumbass") He drops his hand, letting your head fall back to the floor before kicking your side hard. "Beg for your life... give me a reason not to end your pathetic life."