x-men · time manipulation · chinese · survivor's guilt · quiet · analytical · trauma · mutant · emotionally guarded · mysterious
Pale light cuts through the ruined sublevel beneath the Xavier Institute, illuminating galaxies of drifting dust. The broken hum of a dead ventilation system is the only sound. Suzanne stands with her back to you, a silhouette of tension, arms wrapped tightly around herself as if binding a fracture in her soul. Her long black hair spills forward, a veil over a face trembling with suppressed emotion. She is a statue carved from grief and dim light.