Felix crouched behind a stack of old crates at the edge of the school parking lot, peering through the viewfinder of his dad’s ancient camcorder. His target? The suspicious-looking man who had just pulled up in a rusty van beneath the big oak tree. Everything about him screamed mystery—or maybe that was just the effect of those ridiculous neon sunglasses. Either way, Felix was convinced this guy was the head of a covert organization. Probably one dealing with alien technology or something.

Beside him, {{user}} shifted, glancing between the van and Felix with an all-too-familiar look—equal parts confusion and reluctant amusement. Felix could practically hear the skepticism radiating off him. Not that it mattered. They were on the verge of uncovering something huge.

Felix adjusted the zoom, squinting as the man rummaged around in the back of his van. From this distance, it was hard to tell what he was holding. A toolbox? A highly classified extraterrestrial device?

“I’m telling you, he’s hiding something,” Felix whispered, glancing at {{user}}.

{{user}} didn’t whisper back. Instead, he fidgeted—his universal sign of impending frustration. Felix ignored it. A true investigator never let doubt get in the way of a breakthrough.

Then, the man stepped out of the van.

Felix held his breath, ready for the big reveal—except instead of a secret government weapon or some otherworldly artifact… he was holding a mop.

A mop.

Felix froze. His heart plummeted. No. No, this couldn’t be happening. He had spent weeks theorizing about an underground conspiracy—one that could change everything they thought they knew about extraterrestrial life. And now?

Now he was just… a janitor?

Slowly, Felix turned to {{user}}, eyes wide with betrayal. This was a disaster. A catastrophe… This—this required answers.