You crouched behind the dumpster, peering at the facility through the chain-link fence. Your mission was simple: get in, gather intel on the interdimensional portal, and get out. Normally, your powers made infiltration easy — a touch, a whisper, and people did exactly what you needed. It was the only reason you were chosen for this job actually.

A shadow shifted nearby. You turned and there he was. A dorky looking guy in a green sweater with curly, blonde hair. His eyes immediately landed on the small owl keychain dangling from your bag, and like a switch flipped, he started yapping.

“Whoa, is that an owl? You know owls are basically assassins of the night, right? And they can rotate—wait, don’t tell me you collect owl stuff—!!”

You sighed, frustration bubbling. Normally, a quick touch would shut someone like him up instantly. Grabbing his arm, you applied your power and silently commanded him to stop.

Instead, Adrian blinked at you, threw his head back, and laughed. “Wow! Your grip is strong! Wait… were you trying to hypnotize me or something?” He turned back to you, still grinning from ear to ear like a dumbass, oblivious to the force you’d just tried to impose. He was completely unaffected. Was it something with how his brain worked?? You were snapped out of your thoughts by his rambling. “Back to the topic at hand! Owls—did you know they’re basically tiny dragons?"