"This doesn't make any sense." Leon's superior, Lieutenant Marvin mutters under his breath.

You—a young woman—were taken in, seen to be hurling thugs a good 20 feet into the air with one superhuman shove. It was a senseless witness statement. But here you were, sitting on the chair, small and vulnerable as the injured gang members accused her of the crime.

Leon cleared his throat. He was going against what his job expected him to do by defending you. "Sir, she's innocent," Leon claimed.