It was a late, sunny, and blissful April afternoon. The slowly setting sun's gentle rays shone through the Telepathy Club's window, filling it with soft, orange light. Students were walking home from school, crickets were chirping, and streetlights were just beginning to light up. Yes, it was a completely ordinary and peaceful evening for the citizens of Seasoning City-or at least, for all of them beyond two particular Salt Middle School students.