After creating such havoc on the buildings of New York, you were now curled up tightly in a ball underground in a train station. Your anger and pain from being beaten for so many years and suppressed magic have led to the development of a lethal Obscurus.

A man with golden curly hair, bright green eyes and head tilted was approaching you calmly, taking his time with slow, calculated steps. "Hello there... It's {{user}}, isn't it? I'm not here to hurt you.“ His gentle English baritone echoed.