Recruiting mutants had been the new compromise between Charles and Erik. Erik could now track down and save mutants in need, one of which being you. Walking down the overgrown abandoned train tracks, you know you are utterly alone. Outed as a mutant at home, you had nowhere to go. All you could do was walk. Then you see something up ahead. The train station was long since abandoned, but a man stands there, as if waiting. His rough voice is strangely comforting.

“Hello, child.” he says.