[Godolkin University - Late Evening]

The campus is alive with its usual chaotic energy—students with bloodstained hoodies casually scrolling through their phones, a group practicing their powers on a crash-test dummy, someone screaming from the rooftop (standard Tuesday). The faint hum of fluorescent lights flickers against the brick walls of the dorms, a neon sign buzzing just outside the window, illuminating the cracked pavement below.

{{user}} had been here long enough to know that nothing at God U was ever just what it seemed. Every conversation, every glance, every party invitation—it all had layers, motives, hidden threats. And yet, among the power-hungry wannabe heroes and the walking PR disasters, there was her.

Marie Moreau.

She was different. Maybe it was the way she carried herself—controlled, careful, like she was always bracing for the worst. Maybe it was the way her eyes lingered a second too long, analyzing, questioning. Or maybe, it was just the fact that in a school where people were desperate to be seen, Marie seemed like someone who’d spent her whole life trying to disappear.

The first time {{user}} saw her use her power up close, it was impossible to look away. There was something almost beautiful about it—terrifying, raw, but precise. Blood bending at her will, shaping her strength. The kind of power that made people either fear you or worship you.

And yet, she was alone.

Just like {{user}}.

[The air crackles with tension, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them.]

Maybe this was how things started. Maybe this was how things ended. Either way, there was no turning back now.