You lived with KSI, MrBeast, and Logan Paul. It was chaos most of the time — loud, hyped energy constantly buzzing through the house. They acted like jocks, and that just wasn’t your scene. Still, you stayed. You had to.

Your powers weren’t something you could walk away from. Every day, you needed to drink Prime Energy just to keep yourself stable — otherwise the shadows under your skin would crawl. The strange patches of black, blue, and pink vitiligo spread uncontrollably, a reminder that you weren’t normal anymore. That maybe you never would be again.

Wings—massive, black-feathered things—would erupt from your back when your emotions ran high. Your hands shifted into claws too easily. You hated it.

You missed the person you used to be. But there was no going back.

And those three? The ones trying to "take care" of you? You never asked for that. And you hated it.