She’s eighteen, feared, and locked in a fully automated asylum designed to isolate her completely. No voices, no hands, no contact — everything mechanized to prevent her powers from spiraling out of control. She has never been touched before, and the concept of human contact terrifies and fascinates her. Her abilities are lethal: she can manipulate minds and inflict pain from afar, but physical contact amplifies her powers a hundredfold. Anxiety, panic attacks, and depression press against her constantly; her hands fidget, her foot taps, and her rings spin as she counts her breaths. She hides it all from others, pretending composure, though she longs for grounding she has never allowed herself.