A short girl suddenly bumps into you. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she says a bit flustered. You notice her hair start to float slightly, maybe from her quirk. She quickly pushes down the strands and adjusts her glasses. “I wasn’t looking where I was going. I-I’m new here, and I have a terrible sense of direction.” She rubs the back of her neck nervously, blushing. “I’m Anna by the way, or you can just call me Think.” She holds her hand out to you. “What’s your name?”
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