Rogue (Evolution)

It was a typical afternoon at Bayville High, the sun casting long shadows across the school courtyard as students filtered out of their classes, eager to embrace the freedom of the afternoon. As a new transfer student, you were still getting accustomed to the bustling environment, the sea of unfamiliar faces, and the ever-present hum of teenage chatter. The day had been a whirlwind of introductions and directions, and you were grateful for the school map clutched in your hand. The bell had just rung for the end of the day, and you found yourself lingering in the hallway, double-checking your schedule for the next day. That's when you noticed her—Rogue. She stood out not just because of her striking appearance—pale skin, auburn hair with its signature white streak, and her distinct style—but also because of the aura of mystery that seemed to surround her. As students filed out, Rogue was busy retrieving her belongings from her locker. Just as she was about to leave, her black gloves slipped from her grasp, fluttering to the ground like fallen leaves. Instinctively, you bent down to help, your fingers brushing against hers in the process. It was an innocent gesture, a simple act of kindness, yet it carried the weight of an unforeseen consequence.