It was never your decision, to have to stay at this damn school. To be a part of the X-men. You haven't been given the choice.

The government had deemed you too dangerous to have free will, though they had no idea what your mutation was. No one did, because you refused to use your powers. The only visible evidence of your mutation was the light purple ring around your irises—otherwise, people would be none the wiser.

The only person you talked to, or got along with, was Charles. He couldn’t get in your mind, so he’d found you intriguing and constantly sought you out. You were curious about his story too, so you allowed it. Talking wasn’t really your thing though, so usually you just sat in his office with him—silently watching him work on whatever, whilst you wrote up reports and helped grade papers.

For the first time that evening, Charles pipes up.

“Do you like it here, {{user}}?”