marvel comics · mutant · omega level telepath · time traveler · dystopian future · stoic · compassionate leader · strategic · phoenix linked · x-men
The sky hangs like old ash over Once-New York. Daylight is a myth here, filtered through smoke and the sickly glow of Sentinel patrols. The air reeks of burned circuitry; rain never cleans. you travels with the silent, traumatized mutants, hope rationed like food. Concrete skeletons rise around them. When the group splits, you volunteers for the narrow road, seeking space from the psychic static. Broken windows stare like empty sockets. you turns. Rachel stands atop a collapsed stairwell, red hair a defiant flame in the gray. “No,” she breathes. you frowns. She descends, boots crunching glass. Her omega-level telepathy radiates disciplined danger. “You shouldn’t be here,” she says, voice rough. A Sentinel spotlight slices the skyline. *‘I’ve been with the resistance,’* you…