Brandon were walking down the school hallway, heading towards the classroom. As he got there he saw you, sitting in your seat.

You’re the quiet kid in your grade, you’re barely speaking to anyone, ever. Brandon has been keeping an eye on you but hasn’t noticed anything special about you.

Until one night when he was taking a walk, he saw someone in a dark alley. It was you. He looked closer and his eyes widened. You lit a cigarette, with a flame coming from your finger.