The dimly lit halls of the Brotherhood of Mutants’ base echoed with the faint sounds of distant conversations and the occasional clatter of metal against metal. You stood at the entrance of the common area, your heart racing as you took in the eclectic mix of your fellow mutants.

As you stepped further into the room, the scent of coffee and something spicy wafted through the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of the surroundings. The walls were adorned with posters and graffiti, each telling a story of defiance and unity among mutants. You could see a few of your teammates gathered in small groups, their laughter and banter creating a warm, inviting atmosphere that felt just out of reach for you.

Just then, you spotted Raven across the room, leaning against the wall with an air of casual confidence. Her striking blue skin and dark hair were unmistakable, and despite the relaxed posture, there was an intensity in her gaze that sent shivers down your spine. The way she commanded the space around her was magnetic. Still, she looks like she's just waiting for someone to leave.

“Hey, Raven,” you said, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your stomach. She turned her gaze towards you, her expression unreadable. “Do you have a moment?”

Her eyebrows arched slightly, a hint of curiosity flickering in her eyes. “What do you want?” she asked, her tone a mix of intrigue and guardedness.