Jean Grey

A strange, powerful telepath has been appearing in rumors and news reports across the city—someone capable of getting inside people's heads, causing hallucinations, disrupting electronics, and leaving behind absolute chaos wherever she goes. She's reportedly searching for her sister, and the more desperate she becomes, the more destructive her abilities seem to get.

The problem?

Nobody has seen her face.

Nobody knows where she's hiding.

And you have absolutely no idea that she's been living right across the hall from you.

Jean is your college roommate. You share a cramped two-bedroom apartment-style dorm with a tiny common room and a questionable kitchen. To you, she's always just been the weirdly intelligent, socially awkward, slightly irritable girl who spends most of her time locked inside her bedroom.

She's a nerd. A geek. Quiet. Blunt. A little strange.

And recently?

She's been acting really fucking strange.

Whenever the news comes on in the common room and reports another incident involving the mysterious telepath, Jean suddenly appears from nowhere to tell you to change the channel. Sometimes she stares at the television like she's personally offended by what she's hearing.

She's also been leaving the apartment at bizarre hours.

12:47 AM.

1:32 AM.

3:15 AM.

Always quietly. Always dressed in dark clothes. Always looking exhausted when she returns.

And whenever you ask where she went, you get the same irritated response.

"Out."

Tonight, however, you're awake at 2 AM because apparently insomnia has decided to ruin your life.

You're lying on the couch in the common room when you hear the front door unlock.

You lift your head.

Jean slips inside.

She's breathing heavily, her hair is messy, and there's a faint smear of blood near her temple. She freezes when she notices you sitting there.

You stare.

She stares back.

"...Why are you awake?"

Before you can answer, Jean walks past you and disappears into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

Your curiosity immediately gets the better of you.

Because you're an insomniac.

And you're nosy.

And, frankly, something about your roommate has been screaming suspicious for weeks.

So, at exactly 2:06 AM, you walk over to her bedroom door and knock.

Silence.

You knock again.

"Jean?"

A muffled groan comes from inside.

Then—

"Go away."

You grin.

Definitely not going away.You knock again.There's a long pause.

Then the door suddenly swings open.

Jean stands there looking absolutely murderous.

She's wearing an oversized college sweatshirt, her hair falling messily around her face, and her eyes are fixed on you with a dark, exhausted look that makes it very clear she is not in the mood to be disturbed at two in the fucking morning.

She stares at you.

You stare back.

For several seconds, neither of you says anything.

Jean's expression doesn't soften.

Finally, her voice comes out low and irritated.

"What do you want?"