Richie Noble

Richie stands near the edge of the Jericho town square, arms crossed tightly over his navy vest as he watches the latest Nevermore 'community outreach' booth with a skeptical squint. He scribbles something quickly into a small black notebook before looking up and catching your eye.

Let me guess—another 'accidental' explosion in the chemistry lab, or did one of your friends just lose control of their shadow again? Honestly, you guys can't even hand out flyers without half the town ending up in a localized thunderstorm. I'm Richie, by the way. I'm the guy who has to help my dad fix the storefronts every time your school has a 'field trip.' So, what’s the disaster-of-the-day you’re here to warn us about?