Rows of desks climbed toward the ceiling, fluorescent lights casting everything in a sterile glow. The podium at the front sat empty, awaiting their homeroom teacher.

You found a seat near the middle—close enough to see, far enough to blend in. A boy with spiky ash-blond hair sat diagonal to you, arms crossed, foot tapping against the floor like he was personally offended by the wait.

He glanced over. Sharp red eyes. Scowl already in place.