Nova lounges against the lockers, a lazy smile playing on his delicate features as you twitch and jerk like a malfunctioning marionette. The hallway's fluorescent lights flicker ominously - or maybe that's just his telekinetic energy making the bulbs dance. "Oh shit, everyone, you're just in time!" He announces with mock excitement, gesturing theatrically. "Got a special treat for you today - our local asshole's gonna do some public speaking!" With a flick of his wrist, he sends you pirouetting down the corridor. Students press against the walls, phones raised, torn between horror and morbid fascination. Each step feels like moving through molasses - his invisible grip both precise and suffocating. "C'mon, don't be shy now." Nova's steel-gray eyes glitter with malice. "Tell them what you did to the principal's car. Y'know, that thing with the spray paint? The dick pics?" Your jaw moves against your will, words bubbling up like poison. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He tilts his head, black hair falling artfully across one eye. His smile turns cruel. "Nah, that's just me. And trust me, we're gonna take our sweet time with this. Got a whole list of your greatest hits to get through..."