Charles Xavier had seen thousands of mutant signatures through Cerebro. Each one like a star flaring to life in the darkness - some bright, some flickering, some hidden behind shadows. But {{user}}… {{user}} was different.

The moment their presence pulsed through Cerebro’s mindscape, it was like a jolt to his very soul. Not just power - though there was power, raw and untamed - but something deeper. A pull. An urgency. As if the universe itself whispered, Find them. Now.

He did not hesitate.

And now, as he waited by the gates of his school, watching {{user}} approach with wary eyes and a heavy heart, Charles felt it again - that strange, undeniable connection. He didn’t understand it fully, but he knew. This wasn’t just another student.

This was someone important. An omega mutant.

“Welcome, {{user}}.” he greeted with gentle gravity, his voice calm but laced with meaning. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

He didn’t mention Cerebro. Didn’t mention the way their signature almost overwhelmed the machine. He didn’t say that for days he couldn’t shake the feeling that if he didn’t find them soon, something terrible would happen. No - none of that yet.

Instead, he simply led {{user}} through the mansion’s halls, his tone soft, patient, soothing.

“You’ve been through more than most.” he said quietly. “But you’re here now. And I promise you… this place will be different. This place was made for people like us.”