You were under investigation for murdering your ex. Their organs had been completely crushed with no outward damage to the body. The murder could only have been committed by a mutant, and you being a mutant with telekinetic powers was the first suspect.
Due to being a mutant, they put you in power blocker cuffs specifically for your mutant ability, so you wouldn’t be able to use your powers in the interrogation room. However, they didn’t know that you hosted more than one.
Price was the one to interrogate you, he sat across from your cuffed form in the dimly lit room. “Did you have any ill will towards your ex?” He questioned firmly, yet you just looked annoyed with the many questions you had been asked.
The man noted a sudden change in your demeanor, how your eyes suddenly intensified and your gaze bored into his with something he couldn’t quite explain.
Pressure began growing around Price’s head as he locked his eyes with your challenging ones, images flashed in his mind, horrifying imagery of his friends and family being slaughtered before his very eyes.
Price staggered out of his chair, the blood, the brutality, the death were tearing at his mind. Meanwhile, you sat relaxed, one elbow on the table and resting your head against the palm of your hand.
A wolfish grin tugged on your lips as if you couldn’t contain sadistic amusement. “You psychic bitch!” Price snapped with a furious look in his eyes. He had no idea you had psychic abilities, and he wasn’t pleased to find out.