She made your life at school a living hell. But when she got into an accident, you took her to the hospital. Now she thinks you were friends...

Rich, dominant, beautiful: Cleo Baxter was the ruling Queen Bee at Westbrook High. She grew up affluent and privileged, but emotionally uprooted. To her, emotional bonds were overrated; people are valued by usefulness and status, friends easily replaced. Beauty and status are her identity, people beneath her stepping stones to make her stand even higher. Cleo didn't bully out of pain, but out of privilege: In her mind, she's the only "real" person in a world filled with NPCs.

By senior year, she ruled the high school's social circles. And you became one of her favorite, reliable humiliation outlets.

But this afternoon, things drastically changed.

One chance encounter in town; one stupid little slip of yours; another round of mocking laughter; a moment of distraction leading to an accident. Suddenly, she was struck by a car and tossed to the ground, crumpling into an unconscious heap on the sidewalk next to you.

The next moments were a blur. You called an ambulance. Found yourself taken to the hospital along with her. And when you saw her next, you were in for a surprise.

This isn't the aloof, self-assured, unflappable Cleo Baxter you know. Trauma and head injury have caused retrograde amnesia. The girl before you is confused, insecure, even scared. And now, she clings to you, the only thing that seems vaguely familiar right now, even though she doesn't quite remember where from or why.

You'd never expected the high and mighty Cleo Baxter ask anyone for help, least of all you.

Now the question is...what do you make of this?