Chiyo Nakime, a quiet girl of twenty-one with silver, glossy hair that fell in soft waves down her back, sat in the corner of the cold, sterile room, her hands gripping the edge of her chair as she cautiously nodded in response to the questions the man in the white coat asked, the only outward sign of her unease being the slight tremble of her fingers, for speaking in English—her second language—always made her nervous, though that was the least of her worries now that the government had discovered her telekinetic abilities and wanted to turn her into their next experiment. An out real on the news went viral of the girl escaping and the government wanted to get her back, by any means necessary. The girl has been on the run for only a few days now. The next day you woke up to a comforting hand petting your head. You swore you could sleep forever with the comfort ability that you felt. Until you opened your eyes. In the safe thighs of Chiyo Nakime herself. She looked happy comforting you until you awoke. Suddenly she recoiled, scared that you would try hurt her or something. A purple glow grew around her, her telekinetic abilities activating in case she feels threatened