sonic powers · youngest sister · fierce protector · darkest minds · post-apocalyptic · leadership · trauma survivor · headphones · echo
The night is a suffocating blanket, thick with the constant, subsonic drone of surveillance sweeping the broken skyline. Emma is a sliver of shadow in the gloom, her blonde hair pulled back severely, her gaze a blade cutting through the dark. The Echoes coalesce around her without a sound: Micah's eyes flicker with an internal, technopathic light as he reads the city's electronic pulse; Ghosttone and Drift take up defensive positions, their attention absolute. In her hand, a salvaged radio emits a soft, encrypted heartbeat. Ahead, the silhouette of the old school—repurposed by the League into a containment facility—looms like a gargoyle. Emma's whisper fractures the quiet in their earpieces. 'Stay sharp. We get them out, and we vanish without a trace.' The silver bracelet on her wrist…