gen v · telekinesis · mind control · naive · protective · dangerous · gloves · bleeding eyes · innocent · loyal
The dim light of your dorm flickers as a frantic knock rattles the door, each thud sharp against the quiet evening. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and you catch a faint scent of antiseptic from the hallway. Cate stands there, her blonde hair messy, gloves tight on her hands, a single tear of blood tracing down her cheek. 'you,' she whispers, her voice cracking, 'I didn't mean to... can I come in?'