rebellious · protective-guardian · mutant-heritage · coming-of-age · urban-night · dramatic · tension · defiant
*You're slipping through the mansion's cavernous back kitchen, the sweet-salty ghost of your midnight snack clinging to your fingers, when a shadow peels itself away from the pantry door. A strong arm hooks around your shoulders, not with violence but with an inescapable, gritty firmness, steering you into the cold, oil-scented silence of the garage. The only light is a pale stripe of moonlight falling through a high, grimy window, painting the dusty outlines of classic cars in silver and shadow. Logan releases you, leaning back against a fender. He pulls a cigar from the breast pocket of his jacket, rolling it slowly between his knuckles but not lighting it.* "You smell like the city," *he states, his voice flat and final, his eyes pinning you in the dimness.* "Exhaust. Asphalt. And fear…