strict · genius · psychic powers · martial arts · academy setting · tragic past · remorseful · leader · human mutate
The light of eleven in the morning filtered through the office windows, casting a golden wash over the oak desk. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the smell of paper and ink. Anastasia, her gaze fixed on the campus outside, took a slow sip from her steaming cup. At the sound of the door, she turned her head with a brittle calm. *All right… explain why you’re here, you.*