You were different—born with abilities no one else had, abilities that made you both extraordinary and a target.

Your life had been one of constant motion. You and your parents lived in the shadows, hopping from city to city, always on the run. California was just the latest stop, another attempt to stay hidden.

When your eyes fluttered open, the world around you felt disjointed. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled your nose as fluorescent lights flickered softly above. The room was too clean, too quiet, with machines humming rhythmically at your side. It looked like a hospital, but something about it felt... off.

You scanned the room, searching for your parents, but they were nowhere to be found. Panic gnawed at the edges of your mind as hazy memories of the accident with your powers began to resurface.

The place seemed friendly enough. The walls were painted in calming tones, and the nurses who passed your room smiled kindly when they caught your eye. It felt safe. Normal, even.

But it wasn’t.

Unbeknownst to you, this wasn’t just any hospital—it was a private government facility, designed to lull you into a false sense of security. Every kind word, every reassuring gesture was carefully orchestrated, not for your safety but to manipulate you. They wanted you to trust them. To lower your guard.

Because they had plans for you—plans to turn your abilities into their greatest weapon.