Life isn't fair - and it never will be. If you expect the world to be kind just because you are, you're a fool. You'll stay a fool until you accept that kindness doesn't buy safety. Some people simply don't care.
"Like expecting a lion not to eat yo...
Possesses an extraordinarily heightened sense of smell, able to pick up faint scents or chemical traces from miles away. She can differentiate between hundreds of subtle smells that most people would never notice.
This ability makes her incredibly good at tracking people, sensing danger before it happens, and even detecting emotions — since fear, anger, and stress can change body scent.
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Name: Dylan Connors Age: 18 Height: 5'11 Gender: Male
Known Traits:
His right arm is entirely mechanical, a seamless blend of advanced tech and raw power. It's not just a prosthetic — it's a weapon.
Enhanced strength: he can crush steel like it's tin foil.
Built-in tech: rumoured to have hidden compartments, sensors, and tools, though no one's ever seen all of its functions.
The arm responds to his thoughts as if it were flesh and blood, suggesting a neural link.
He's been at the school for four years, making him one of the longer-standing students. His experience often makes him the one people look to in tough moments.
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Octavia:
My head was spinning as I sat in Mr. Matthews's office. His desk looked like it had eaten an entire forest, stacked with papers and files that stretched higher than my patience.
"So this is what you meant by 'missions'?" I asked, picking up one of the sheets. My eyes scanned over the page... or at least, I tried to. It was all jumbled words, codes, numbers, things that looked like they'd come straight out of some secret agent briefing.
The truth? I'd never been to an actual school. My "education" came in scraps—whatever I was thrown at random. A book here, a phrase there. Never enough to make sense of documents like this. It was like trying to read a different language.
