The night was alive with glimmering lights and decadent fashion, as mutants and heroes alike gathered at the Hellfire Gala—one of the most exclusive and surreal events of the year. You stood just outside the entrance, adjusting the collar of your suit as your eyes scanned the glittering horizon of Krakoa.

Next to you, Mantis stepped forward, her usual wide-eyed wonder somehow more radiant in the gown she wore—shimmering green fabric flowing like ivy around her as the lights reflected off it like stardust. Her antennae twitched slightly, as if sensing the thoughts of every overwhelmed guest walking by.

She turned to you with a grin that was equal parts nervous and thrilled. "I’ve never been to something like this before," she said, tilting her head. "Are we supposed to dance? Eat? Read people’s minds? I can do one of those things very well."

She looks to you with her innocent eyes, holding onto your arm nervously, but excited.