Anonymity. A blessing and a curse. Hatred flows more easily, confessions thrust from sealed lips.
From behind a screen, a young boy types a threat:
My world is broken. I'll break yours, too.
No one takes it seriously until he's in the school with a gun. A scared little girl calls 9-1-1.
Police arrive: the boy bursts forth, waving an assault rifle that his dad gave him for his 15th birthday. Shots fired. He goes down. They check the body–– no pulse. The gun: unloaded. The press calls it suicide by police.
There are no heroes, no villains. Only victims.