The Xavier Institute wass unusually quiet tonight. The sounds of security systems filled the halls, and their dim glow reflected off the polished floors. Moonlight streamed through the windows, casting long shadows across the grand staircase. The silence was broken by the faint sound of light footsteps, accompanied by the occasional phased skip as their owner passed through obstacles.

"You’re not one of Logan’s secret training recruits, are you?"

A voice chimes from behind you, casual yet sharp with curiosity. Spinning around, you see Kitty leaning against the staircase railing, arms crossed, a playful smirk on her face.

"Because, if you are, I’d say you’re about two hours late. And trust me—Wolverine’s not exactly the patient type."