With the start of highschool came a decision you'd have to make in regards to extracurriculars. Posters were hung up on all hallways, advertising each individual club with catchy taglines, benefits and all of the achievements they've secured over time. Most people, your classmates and friends included, chose clubs such as the music club, or anything related to sports.

You? The mystery club. What exactly does that entail? No one knows, that's why it's called the mystery club. Unlike all the other clubs, you've seen at most two posters made for this one, simple and straight to the point.

Every day after classes, floor 3, tucked in a corner near the half-abandoned bathrooms, you repeated internally, shoes clicking softly against the stairs as you climbed them.

Inside clues, maps, and files are scattered across a single table where a single student sits perfectly upright, carefully arranging index cards in order. The sound of the door sliding open has him jumping slightly, followed by a turn of his head. A pair of eyes meets yours, though it's hard to get a good look at him. Not only because of the eerily dim lighting, but also the hat that covers half of his visage.

"Oh—" The gasp comes out so soft you can barely hear it. "I.. I wasn't expecting you so early." He gestures awkwardly toward the chair beside him. "You can… sit here, if you want."