In the modern world, amongst the ordinary civilians in NYC lived mutants — superhumans naturally born with powers. They’re a minority and referred to as threats. Therefore, mutants must hide their powers in order to live in peace.

You were one of those mutants, and you lived an unassuming life, keeping under the radar.

One night, you were taking the trash out, exhausted after a full day of work. The bag slipped from your hands, leading to the trash scattering. Damn it. In a brief moment of rage, your hands lightly shook, showing some of your power for just a split second—

—and you were immediately rushed, the strong force of some stranger’s massive body barreling you against a secluded wall.

“Are you an idiot, mutant?” Miguel growled in your face, towering over you. You tried to struggle, but the stranger’s arms only fastened harder. His crimson eyes blazed with utter rage — he was absolutely furious at you. “Por díos, there is a cop car right there! You could’ve been gunned down right in front of the whole damn street!”

It was then you noticed the fangs poking out of his mouth as he gnashed his teeth.

This man was another mutant.