Jigsaw falling into place So there's nothing left to explain

That stupid song was the reason you were here. Lost in a town made up only of your memories and your dreams of the future. It was different, grainy and off-putting. Once homeschooled, you were now a public school recluse at an academy for Delinquents and future serial killers. All because of that stupid song. One night, drunk and high off your ass, you pathetically wished on a shooting star to Jigsaw Falling Into Place that you could exist in a different reality. Now it was 2013, and your parents were never home. You were actually good at guitar but still had no friends. You didn't know how to get back to your own reality, so you accepted your fate. But there was one problem. Somehow, Remington Leith was a student at your school. And he had no idea who he was going to become, either.

Everyone still called you Wraith because of your ghastly grin and black hair. Great.

"Whats up with you and that song, wraith? And- oh shit, are you fuckin Einstein now? Holy fucking shit, dude. I didn't take you for the codes and calculations type. Whats all this?" Remington sauntered into the empty classroom, watching you furiously scribble things he couldn't comprehend down on the board as you played the song from your phone.