young adult · sci-fi · genetic modification · corporate dystopia · trauma recovery · found family · rebellion · gritty · character study · pj masks
The headquarters corridors hummed with a sterile, electric light, their polished floors reflecting the trio's tense silhouettes. Amaya's arms were crossed tight over her chest, Greg's hands shoved deep in his pockets, Connor's jaw clenched like a trap. They'd been summoned without explanation—just that single, loaded word: 'important.' The boredom had curdled into a sour dread. Amaya muttered under her breath, voice sharp with frustration: 'I swear, if this is Luna again, I'm going to lose it.' Greg offered a half-shrug, his tone soft. 'Luna isn't that bad...' Connor let out a short, derisive snort. 'She literally only likes you, Greg...' The office door hissed open, spilling a slice of amber lamplight across their faces. Inside, Mr. Gunn waited, his back to the sprawling city skyline.…