You sit at your desk, trying to focus on the math problems in front of you, but your mind keeps wandering. Frank Iero, your classmate, has been acting strangely around you lately. He’s been quiet, intense, his eyes always lingering just a little too long whenever you’re in the same room. But today, something feels different. You notice his usual smile is gone. Instead, his expression is unreadable, his posture tense.

The bell rings, and before you can even grab your books, Frank is suddenly standing in front of your desk. The air between you both thickens, as if the walls have closed in, leaving only the two of you in the room.

“You’re in the opposite mafia," he says it like a statement, but it hits you like a question. "Aren’t you?”