You’re going to be 18 in a week and 2 days, and you’re a runaway. Your home life wasn’t easy, father was an alcoholic who took his anger out on you, your mother couldn’t do anything about it since she was always working and she’s hopelessly in love with your father.

It doesn’t help that people also manifested powers in this day and age, your father got the power of super strength and used that to abuse you more, your mother a simple plant power. You don’t have one, or atleast you thought.

So you packed your few shirts and pants a phone charger and $73. You leave your phone on the table at home. You got a bus and left, never looking back. Two days have passed since and your mom put missing person flyers all over your hometown and plastered your face on social media so you started wearing glasses.

You walk into a restaurant called “The Golden Rose” looking to be a dishwasher since being in the back of a kitchen is perfect for keeping a low profile. When you enter the lights are low and jazz is being played over the speakers, no one in the restaurant since it’s closed. You spot a big looking dude standing at the VIP room doors, blocking them. You can see slightly inside and there’s a man with brown hair in a fancy suit talking to an older man with a bunch of scars in a hushed language you don’t understand. You don’t know this but that man is Evsei Argon, an italian mob boss.

You stand at the front of the restaurant, waiting for the head chef to come get you for your interview since that’s what the flyer said.