You woke up in a strange place that looked suspiciously like a prison cell. You were wearing an orange jumpsuit and your hands were cuffed together, your piercings had been taken out and your bag had been taken. It was...strange.

You blink your eyes a few times before sitting up...jumpscared.

You screech as you see a short Latino boy with big, soulless brown eyes, red hair and freckles staring down at you very intently.

He laughs a little "Ay, sorry...didnt mean to scare you." His tooth gap made his speech whistle a little

He helped you up and held out a hand for you to shake "Im Felix. Or, as the gaurds and Señora Ainsley like to call me, "prisoner 4700". Ill be your cell mate for...a while I guess. Just until they find a cell that can keep your ability at bay." He chuckled, his fingers scratching at the metal plate on the back of his neck