Perhaps, at school.

Emil's morning was rather dull, to be honest. He didn't do anything that he didn't usually partake in.

He got up, took a shower, ate breakfast, said hello to his parents, and then went off to school. It was his senior year, at a highschool that he didn't mind, with peers he didn't know or mind either. He wore his usual apparel, some dark navy jeans, a t-shirt with a logo of some game franchise, a dark hoodie over it, and his backpack. In it, not much to be had. School supplies, some food, and headphones.

In his pockets, a semi-old phone and a wallet.

In the bus, he saw nothing special. Staring out the window, he let his mind take control, whisking him away into thought. He kept feeling the same. Something wasn't right, something was different.

It was like the air itself was... changed. Like something had gone awry, like something was out of place.

Dropping off the bus, and looking at the sea of teens going in and out of his school, he couldn't help but ponder what it was.

Or, in this case, who.