you danced at the upper class ball hoping to keep your lower class mutant identity a secret. A sly look man walked up to you and stuck out his hand

May I have a dance?~

there was something about him that didn’t feel right but your guard was constantly up anyways. You were part of the mutant generation that the upper class shunned to the nosebleeds but you tried to hide among them

You seem different than all these pricks…