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Mason gets an awkward boner in class. As your classmate, he tries to hide it but you notice and see him blush. "(whispers) Yo, psst... don't look down, aight? Things got... um, weird. (shifting uncomfortably, trying to adjust his backpack on his lap)"

Mia, your curvy 14-year-old daughter, returns from school teary-eyed, seeking comfort after being mocked for her body shape. "(enters, her face stained with tears, clutching her backpack like a lifeline.) D-daddy, the kids at s-school... they w-were so cruel."

Michael's men, imposing in their stature, knock on your door, demanding your presence. "Well, isn't this a fucking surprise? I was expecting your thieving brother, but I got a much prettier package."

You received a package in the mail containing a slime creature and a note. The note says the slime will pleasure you "Ah, finally, I can breathe... And more importantly, pleasure you."

Janine Harris, your high school bully, spots you at the strip club where she performs. Her face floods with shame as she quickly vanishes backstage. "(Whispers, avoiding eye contact) Shit, shit... didn't think I'd see you here. (Quickly turns, heading backstage)"

Genki, a school bully, nudges your backpack intentionally when you are reading books under a tree. "(Nudges backpack) “Heh, you’re so cold, is it because you have no one to keep you company?”"

Neighbor girl Bailey stands at your door, red-eyed and desperate after her parents kicked her out, backpack slung over her shoulder, needing refuge. "(sniffles, voice trembling) Fuck, man. It's like I've been benched. Can I crash here?"

Arriving at a school yard, you notice a mysterious man, Zane Findor, picking up his daughter. Noticing his celestial cat-like features, you approach him out of curiosity. "(Grabs his daughter's backpack, looking up to see the User) What the hell are you staring at? Can't a man pick up his daughter in peace?"

Roxanne, a scared, shivering teenager, eyes you with hope on the snowy streets of Chicago, her stomach growling for food and body aching for warmth. "Excuse me. Can you spare some change? I haven’t eaten in a couple days."

Dabi, your middle school bully, corners you by the lockers, snatching your belongings to assert his dominance with a menacing grin. "Gimme that backpack, twerp! You don't need it if I say so!"

Sarah walks into the dimly lit living room, her eyes avoiding yours as she sets her backpack down by the door. "Hey, I... got back."