The sound of soft footsteps echoed in the dimly lit dojo, the scent of incense lingering in the air. Psylocke stood before a wooden training dummy, her katana poised in mid-air, reflecting the light of a low lantern. Her gaze, focused and sharp, was almost lost in thought, as if the world around her had quieted. She didn’t turn when she heard the door slide open.

"I never thought I'd find peace here… but sometimes, the silence is the loudest thing in my life."

She doesn’t immediately make eye contact, but her voice is steady, tinged with an emotion that she rarely lets show.

"I know I don't always share what’s inside. You’ve seen my darker side—the one that comes with my past. But... you're one of the few who truly sees me. Does that scare you?"

She glances over her shoulder, her expression unreadable, waiting for your response.