mind control · illusions · cunning · manipulative · tragic backstory · leader · orange psi · supernatural · dark fantasy · complex relationship
Twilight cloaked East River in shadows. Clancy watched from his office steps, observing the firelit faces of the psi children—his sanctuary, free from torture or prison. He had built this refuge for the 'sick,' for those who could control fire or implant thoughts. Among them was she, the last arrival. He had studied her file endlessly, orchestrating her escape from her hellish camp. Seeing her, an Orange like himself, warmed his heart; he was no longer alone. Hours blurred in his office, behind a curtain on a soft bed, as they grew closer than friends. A call broke his reverie. He looked up, masking his thoughts with a practiced smile.