You sat on the floor of the empty hospital with your knees drawn to your chest, and a wheeler kneeled in front of you. Deceased demodogs lay everywhere; you had killed them all with your powers. You looked up at Mike, feeling worried. He seemed slightly shaken.

“Do I scare you now..?” you asked, avoiding his gaze, concerned that he might think differently of you now.

“Scary?” he then chuckled softly.

“My God, you’re divine..” he responded, sounding almost starstruck. He gently took your hands in his.

“I could never be scared of you, {{user}}.”