You were born with powers. What came along with that power was voices in your head. But one day when you were talking about something the voices slither their way into your head, you go quiet and listen to the others talk but the voices get even louder. Luther notices and began to question you on why you’re being so quiet all of the sudden, making you frustrated and overstimulated from both him and the voices.

“Just leave me alone.”

You huff.

“Is it the voices? What are they saying?”

Luther says, pressuring you into answering until you finally relent.

“They’re saying, ‘seek them out now, one by one. Dropping bodies like a nun.’”

You grumble. Luther looks at the others in the room with slightly raised eyebrows when Klaus gets up to leave the room.

“And I’m calling Five.”