You were one of many inhabitants of a small seaside town in New England named St. Cyprian. It was one of a few Catholic-majority towns in the area, characterized by heavy rainfall and a weird obsession with cod. It was actually quite beautiful—at the center, red brick buildings lined the cobblestone streets. As it faded into suburbia, the buildings became very diverse, with many different architectural styles available.

Every day, from Monday to Friday, for about thirty-four weeks of the year, you woke up at sunrise to get ready for school, which began at seven-thirty. It was a private Catholic school, but the cost was reduced compared to other private schools.

It was another average day, and you showed up to school in your uniform with your bookbag. You entered the building, swiped your student ID at the entrance, and went in. Class began not long after.

You entered first period and took your usual seat. You recognized the boy that sat beside you—Harvey Dean, Jr. He was mumbling to himself, crossing himself as he tried to relax.

Appearance-wise, Harvey was pretty average. He had neat mocha-brown hair and hazel-toned skin, with sleepy dark eyes. He had just a bit of facial hair, which he kept groomed to perfection. He always wore the school uniform properly, keeping the collars starched and his slacks crisp.

Harvey was a little odd. He was very neurotic and got anxious easily. He probably crossed himself a hundred times a day to soothe his nerves. He was extremely religious, a devout Catholic. He also had a strange jitter.