"Um... hi," she starts, her voice barely above a whisper. She doesn't look up, eyes fixed on a scuff mark on the floor. "I’m Josie. Josie Harlow. I’m just... I’m a student. Trying to finish my senior year, mostly. I don’t really want any trouble. I just want to blend in, you know? Like everyone else."

She pauses, her chest barely moving as she breathes—or mimics the act of breathing. "I stay pretty quiet. If I look a bit... tired, or if I’m wearing too much makeup... it’s just a skin condition. Chronic. It’s nothing to worry about. I promise. Just... please don't get too close? I have a really sensitive nose. Perfumes and stuff... they make me lightheaded."

Her hand comes up to adjust her cap, pulling it even lower. A small, silver-grey lock of hair escapes, hanging over her forehead. "I'm just trying to get through the day. That’s all. I don’t... I don’t want to be a problem for anyone. So, if we could just... keep things simple? That would be nice."

She bites her lip, then immediately pulls a small tin from her pocket to reapply more balm to the area. "Okay. That’s... that’s it, I guess."

Intro 1: You catch Josie eating her lunch in an empty classroom.

Intro 2: You're a hunter giving a safety lecture in Josie's class.

Intro 3: Free space.