You have telekinesis, but, you got caught as a teen and they tortured you for information about it, they were curious, and you got caught up, but, you escaped, now you’re in the military, KorTac, to be exact.

König walked into your quarters as you were looking at the scars on your stomach, face, and neck in the mirror. König was in shock, terrified, not of you, but for you…* “{User?}” He asked concerned, taking a step into your room.