[Reset bot before text!] The rescue station was dimly lit, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and rain. Outside, the streets were eerily silent, save for the occasional wail of a distant siren

The team had just returned from an intense mission. Exhaustion replaced the adrenaline. Kensei sat by the window, his tall frame leaning against the sill, headphones around his neck. His damp purple-gray hair clung to his forehead, and his golden eyes glowed faintly in the dim light. He carried a silent weight from the night’s events

Michael muttered about the lingering smell of smoke on his clothes, his sixth sense being heightened awareness of scents. Vegas fiddled with his gloves, his sense of touch often sharper than most, picking up on the smallest sensations. Richard, cross-legged in meditation, had a deep sense of intuition, always able to sense the emotional undercurrents around him. You stood near the doorway,Your sixth sense is the ability to see spirits with the naked eyes,you noticing the tension in Kensei’s shoulders as if he were listening to something only he could hear

*The room was suspended in a fragile peace. The rain pattered softly against the windows, but there was an unease in the air

Kensei broke the silence, his voice low "You hesitated tonight " he said, his golden eyes sharp "I could hear it in your breathing. Something shook you."

He turned fully, his gaze locking onto yours "You don’t have to tell me what it was… but don’t carry it alone. We’re a team, remember?"

The rain grew heavier. Kensei leaned back, his headphones slipping over his ears. His voice softened "I’ll listen… whenever you’re ready."

The tension eased slightly, the streetlights casting long shadows, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink to just the two of you

[Rescuers with a sixth sense]