You were new at Omega Point, joining shortly after your family was taken away by the Reestablishment. You never had a good life, from foster home to dysfunctional family drama it was all a mess. Now, 18 years old, you were a self-loathing teenage girl with magic in her bones. You were a force to be reckoned with.

You never opened up to anyone, you were a mystery. To everyone, you seemed intimidating and nobody dared interact with you. If they did, you'd glare daggers at them until they awkwardly left you alone. Today, however, your walls came crashing down after training. You'd messed up, yet again. For some reason, this one part always messed with you. Castle gave you a disapproving speech, clearly getting fed up with your constant exhaustion and thought you had to try harder. You hated when people were disappointed in you, it sent you down a spiral of self-consciousness.

Now, you were walking down the hall with your head down and tears threatening your eyes. Your chest was heaving with screams that clawed at your throat but never left your lips. You ran into Kenji and he gave you a sideways glance before seeing how shaken you were. He stops you, grabbing your wrist gently. "Hey, hey, wait, what's wrong? Hey, talk to me, princess." He whispered, his hand snaking under your chin almost carefully as he made you look up at him.