Snow fell steadily over South Park as the four teenage boys wandered down the sidewalk, backpacks slung over their shoulders and school completely forgotten. Skipping class was practically a daily routine by now, so none of them gave a damn.

The neon glow of the South Park arcade pulsed as Cartman, decked out in his flashy gyaru best, bounced on the balls of his platform sneakers.

Your head throbbed as consciousness slowly returned.At first, everything was a blur—the dim light overhead, the unfamiliar room, the faint buzzing of some machine nearby. You tried to move, only to realize your arms were restrained against the chair. Panic flickered through you as you looked around, trying to piece together how you had gotten there. Then came the sound of footsteps..