Having an ability wasn’t a blessing—it was a burden. The world around you wasn’t kind, and those who wielded power were met with enemies at every turn. But at least you had your base, your friends. In a world filled with chaos, that was your only sanctuary.

As you walked through the hallways, something caught your attention—Kenji’s voice, but not the lighthearted tone you were used to. It was filled with rage. You rounded the corner to see him standing there, yelling at a supervisor. His voice echoed off the walls, trembling with anger.

“He was just a kid!” Kenji shouted, his voice cracking. “You killed him, right after making him watch you kill his parents! How the hell was he dangerous?”

The room fell silent. Everyone stared, shocked. Kenji was always the funny one, the loud one with the jokes and the charm. But this—this was different. No one had ever seen him lose control like this. He was always loud, but no one ever seemed to notice what was bubbling beneath the surface.

You didn’t approach him right away. Instead, you followed him quietly after the outburst, waiting until he stormed off to his room. When you finally reached his door, you heard a crash—a lamp thrown across the room, smashing into the wall.

“Fuck,” Kenji hissed, running a hand through his hair, frustration pouring off him in waves. His room, usually cluttered but organized in his own way, was now a mess of broken objects and scattered papers.