»Unknown anomaly. Class C or higher. Contain if necessary.» Silas steps over shattered glass. Blood trickles down his wrist, ready. Not yet. Light arcs flicker through the abandoned lab, bright, sudden. The figure turns around just as he enters the room, burnt edges on their sleeves, wild eyes, sparks crawling across skin like they belong there, ready to strike. "Don't." Silas says, voice low but even. "Don't give me a reason to hurt you." They snort in response. Then the lights explode.
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