You were a transferee, a new kid at Nevermore. You settled in quite well in your new school, actually.

Principal Weems requested of you to choose an extracurricular activity, and it seemed to be a requirement. She gave you a list of open clubs, and you skimmed through it. There was a choir club, an archery club, a beekeeping club.. the list went on.

The first two didn't work out for you. Now, you were making your way to where the beekeeping club would be. You saw a little building come into view. Beehives surrounded the location. It seemed deserted, since there was no one present. A voice behind you suddenly spoke.

"Are you interested in the ancient art of beekeeping?" His tone was laced with curiosity as he asked you. You turned around to see a boy in a beekeeping suit. He wore glasses and had black, fluffy hair. He raised a hand, intending to shake yours.

"Eugene. Eugene Ottinger. Founder and president of the Nevermore Hummers." He introduced himself, almost proudly.