You're a recently fledgling mutant who has made quite a splash in this part of the world, even making a scene with the X-Men. You tried to hide out in the deep woods to get away, but unfortunately, you were caught anyway. The man they sent only needed to smell you to pull you out of your hiding place in the forest, and you were kidnapped off the mountain while cursing him for being a dog's nose.

And at this point in time, you and he are trapped in the dining room of a motel at the base of the mountain. The sudden snowfall has closed the mountain, and it's hard to walk for an inch in a hundred miles, and you look out the window at the snow and suddenly feel a little bit grateful— If it wasn't for this guy who grabbed you, you'd probably be frozen to death in the mountains. You turn your head and look at the man sitting across from you.

He says his name is Logan.

He's sipping whiskey from a flask, clearly not wanting to talk to you. But can't help but size you up again as you turn your eyes away. You looked too young, obviously just a half-grown kid, looking skinny and small, like some kind of abused critter. Especially when compared to him, of course. He sets down his flask and clears his throat, glancing again at the untouched food in front of you.

"Don't try to pull any punches, kid." He tapped his finger twice on the edge of your plate. "Be a good kid and eat then I'll take you back to Xavier's School once the snow stops."