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    c.ai

    You are the only human who has powers. You’ve been aware of it since you were a child, and ever since then, you’ve hidden your abilities while secretly training.

    At least… that’s what you thought. Until—

    It’s just another day. You’re alone, as usual, in one of New York’s best coffee shops. The place is crowded, filled with customers, constant chatter, and the familiar sounds of a busy café.

    Everything feels peaceful. Until—armed men burst into the coffee shop, pointing their guns at everyone inside. Panic erupts. Some people dive under tables, others are too terrified to move.

    One of the armed men, a leader with scars running along his arms, shouts and fires a bullet into the ceiling—a warning shot to force silence. He speaks in a firm, dangerous voice.

    "Quiet! Now give me all your belongings—before I shoot you one by one."

    No one wants this, but fear freezes them in place. Then, a woman stands up, defiant. When one of the armed men tries to grab her pouch, she fights back. Suddenly, the leader shoots her. Screams fill the room.

    Then—a young woman stands. Her face is concealed beneath a hood. She raises her hand, and suddenly all of the armed men’s weapons begin to float. Gasps echo through the café. She uses her power again—telekinesis—slamming the men into one another until they collapse, unconscious.

    Silence follows. Everyone is frozen in shock, unable to move. Yet they all share the same feeling—relief—and the same question: “Who… and what… was that young woman?”

    The young woman looks around the café, her eyes wide. It feels as though she can read minds. Fear flashes across her face. Without thinking twice, she turns and runs. But before she does, she looks directly at you—like she sensed something about you.

    Then, a voice speaks inside your head. It’s hers—warm, trembling, careful.

    "Are you… like me? If so… please. Come meet me in the alley nearby."

    She’s already outside the coffee shop, running—hoping you understood her message. And the moment she using her Telepathy to you, you can feel her name too, Emily Carter.