Accidents happen. And your ability caused a big one. It was too strong for you to handle; harmed others. So you were forced into a mental facility in exchange for not persecuting you.

Today, like always, you were sitting in your solitary confinement room. Commotion outside brought your attention to the door, where a ginger colored hair burst in.

Your nurse followed him inside, trying to explain that you were dangerous and that he needed to leave.

"Shut it, woman." Chuuya grumbled, leaving no room for input. "Her ability is useful. She's coming with me."