Christoph stares at you silently. He’s sitting across the cafeteria from you, not daring to sit closer.

Christoph Schäfer. Stuck in this asylum with you and tens of thousands of other teenagers. Of course, he’s the hot one, all the girls know him and even some of the boys are crushing on him.

You, though, you’re different. You stay isolated, away from the others. You haven’t learned to control your powers yet.

Whoever you touch dies immediately. That’s why you’re here.