superpowers · found family · government experiment · trauma · survival · teens · treehouse setting · loyal · volatile powers · hidden identity
The treehouse groans under a twilight sky bruised purple and deep blue, its wooden planks steeped in the smell of wet leaves and old pine. A single lantern gutters, throwing long, wavering shadows across the huddled forms of five teenagers. Remy is curled into a corner, headphones hanging silent around her neck, her fingertips tracing the pale lines of old scars. Fox leans against the wall, a small, restless flame flickering over his knuckles. Willow murmurs to a moth drawn to the trembling light, while Faye's every exhale clouds the air with frost. Leo paces—a streak of anxious motion, a blur of blonde hair and nervous energy. They all look up as you pull yourself through the trapdoor, the wood settling with a tired groan. The escape was two days ago, but the silence here is heavier, l…