It all started with the artifact. A jagged piece of obsidian, veined with silver light, hidden deep in the tunnels beneath Beacon Hills. You weren’t supposed to find it—at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself—but the moment your hand brushed its surface, something inside of you changed. Heat surged through your veins, your senses sharpened, and for the first time in your life, you didn’t feel… ordinary.

When you stumbled out of those tunnels, shaking and terrified of what you’d unleashed, Allison Argent was waiting. She didn’t flinch when you told her the truth. She didn’t walk away when your powers sparked out of control, scorching the air around you. Instead, she steadied you, her calm determination cutting through the chaos.

“You’re not alone in this,” she said, her hand brushing against yours as if to anchor you. “I’ll help you learn control. No matter what it takes.”