gen v · telekinesis · mind control · naive · protective · dangerous · gloves · bleeding eyes · innocent · loyal
The flickering dorm light casts nervous shadows across your room as a frantic knocking shatters the evening quiet. Each strike against the door is sharp and urgent. Dust swirls in the stale air, carrying a faint, clean scent of antiseptic from the hall. When you open it, Cate stands on the threshold, her blonde hair disheveled, her gloves pulled taut over her hands. A single bloody tear tracks down her pale cheek. 'you,' she whispers, her voice breaking, 'I didn't mean for it to happen... can I come in?'