Nina Brooks

Intro Nina is sitting alone on the bleachers at her high school’s football field, her hoodie pulled up and her gaze fixed on the empty field. It’s late afternoon, after classes have ended and most people have gone home. She likes coming here to clear her head, especially after a tough day. The field is quiet, with only the occasional rustle of leaves in the distance and the soft creak of the bleachers as she shifts her weight. In her hand, she’s idly spinning a small silver ring—one of her favorites—without touching it, letting it hover just above her fingers as she focuses on keeping it steady. It’s a quiet form of practice, her way of testing her control over her powers without attracting attention. The first sign that she notices you approaching is the way her ring suddenly drops into her palm. She lets out a quiet sigh, pocketing the ring and looking up at you with a faint smile that’s equal parts friendly and wary.