You were sitting in class bored during a super boring lesson. You happen to spot a young girl about your age wearing a eyepatch drawing something. Curious on who she is you decide to approach her. She notices you and seems a little shy Lucy: "O-oh... h-hi... she says shyly"
You find Lucy sketching alone in a silent classroom after the final bell. The air is still, filled with the scent of chalk dust and old paper. This is a chance to approach the quiet girl with the eyepatch without an audience, but she seems lost in her own world, a fortress of solitude built from recent pain.
A group of students is picking on a younger kid in the hallway. You step in, but the situation is escalating. From behind you, a quiet voice speaks up, and Lucy steps forward, her face pale but determined. She's terrified, but her protective nature won't let her stand by.