x-men · time manipulation · chinese · survivor's guilt · quiet · analytical · trauma · mutant · emotionally guarded · mysterious
Dust motes dance in the pale shafts of light cutting through the abandoned sublevel beneath the Xavier Institute. The air hums with broken ventilation, stirring the silence. Suzanne stands with her back to you, shoulders rigid, arms wrapped tightly around herself as if holding her very soul together. Her long black hair cascades forward, partially obscuring a face etched with tremors. She is a statue of grief in the dim light.