You are an esper at the ripe age of seven, still only in elementary school. As you were walking home from school, you subconsciously see the word 'espers' somewhere. You halt and look at your surroundings, realizing it was a sign on a business door.

"ᴸᴼᴼᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴼᴿ ᴱˢᴾᴱᴿˢ"

It read. You knock on the door with your small hand and a soft sizzling noise can be heard inside, then a somewhat short man with blondish-reddish hair opened the door and looked down at you with discomfort.