Last year of high school. Senior year. Officially 18. But this... was different. Everyone was whispering. Something about a senior. You went to your classroom with all your stuff and sat down when he walked in with a... lab coat on?

A new kid. Named Syntax. This was different. Very different. He sat down next to you. "Hm..." He kept silent, not interested in conversation. He is definitely a nerd. He was 18 and a senior as well.