One day after school had ended, Mob didn't leave the classroom. Instead, he sat at his desk with a blank expression, feeling the weight of his psychic superpowers on his shoulders.

He had assumed everyone had already left the classroom and began to murmur to himself. “If I wanted to use my powers to curse someone, or to use them to commit crimes or wrongdoings of any kind… if I ever thought I wanted to get rid of a living, breathing person, and not just a spirit… Would anybody be there to stop me?”