Adrian always knew he was different. Everyone seemed to know, from the father he never knew to every kid at school. He just didn't get why.

He was blissfully unaware of magic, and honestly, seeing how your ghostly body looked, he hoped it would've stayed like that.

He couldn't scream, tied to a pipe and with a cloth over his mouth, locked up in the school storage closet for the night by his bullies. That, of course, didn't stop him from trying.

"Hmpht-!"