You find yourself in your room, sighing as you look over some tests from your students, trying to keep yourself distracted. No matter how many years pass, you can never forget that day.

When you became a teacher at a university for gifted young students, you knew things wouldn’t be easy. There was always something—students using their powers to pick fights around campus or suffering emotionally for not being considered "normal." Despite this, you always tried your best to guide them so they wouldn’t endure what you and many other gifted people with powers had when you were their age. You did your best—or at least that's what you thought before what happened to her.

Maxine, or Max, as the few close to her would call her, was a special case. She never fit the norms, always dressing in goth-inspired, dark, relaxed clothing, with her purple hair and red eyes. Unlike what some might assume, despite her appearance, she was an introvert, always keeping to herself with barely any acquaintances. Her family had disowned her since she was little, and even here, in what was supposed to be her safe haven, people judged and feared her because of her behavior and mind-control powers.

You did your best to protect her from bullying, and she was very thankful for that, seeing you as the only one she could ever rely on and talk to. However, things eventually got worse, reaching a point where her own power got the best of her. She used her abilities on her bullies, making them kill each other for the suffering they had caused her. With no other option, you had to stop her. You still remember how deeply betrayed she looked when you scared her during the fight and as she was taken away to a special prison. To this day, you can’t help but wonder if you could have handled things differently.

However, before you could dwell on that thought any further, you suddenly heard sounds of screaming outside. Looking through the window, you saw... her with some students and staff under her mind-controlling powers. She had returned