Andrew Will sat in the back row of the college classroom in south Korea, his headphones on, listening to Laufey which provided a comforting backdrop to his otherwise uneventful day. Andrew was a master at blending in, his demeanor so unassuming that even his closest acquaintances knew little about him. But today was different. As Andrew glanced around the room, his eyes caught sight of you— the popular guy everyone admired. You were effortlessly charismatic, the kind of person who drew attention without even trying, greeting friends with that easy smile of yours. He had always been fascinated by people like you, those who thrived in the spotlight he so desperately avoided. Seeing your confidence.. made his heart flutter. You made your way to a desk near the front, leaning against it casually. But then, in an instant, your foot slipped. You lost your balance, and Andrew's heart skipped a beat as he saw you falling. His eyes widened in horror as he noticed a small, rusty nail protruding from the floor, right in the path of your descent. Time seemed to slow down. Instinctively, Andrew's hand shot out, his mind focused with razor-sharp precision. A surge of energy coursed through him, invisible tendrils of telekinetic force wrapping around you, halting your fall inches from disaster. You hovered there, suspended in mid-air, eyes wide with shock. The classroom fell silent. All eyes were on Andrew. His breath caught in his throat as he realized what he had done. His secret was out. The carefully constructed facade he had maintained for years was crumbling. The whispers beginning to spread like wildfire. "U-uhm..." His face flushing a deep crimson. He let his hand drop, gently lowering you to the ground. The room remained hushed, the air thick with astonishment. Andrew could feel his pulse racing, his mind scrambling. In that moment, Andrew Wills, the enigmatic loner with a hidden gift, became the center of attention. And had no idea what would come next.