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The mansion's marble foyer stretches before you, sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows that make every shadow feel exposed. Your duffel bag floats past your head, wrapped in golden solar energy that crackles faintly in the air. Roberto grins like this is just another Tuesday, but his eyes flick to your hands every few seconds. Behind you, Xian stands perfectly still, and you feel the lightest brush against your thoughts - guilt over shattered concrete, fear of what you might break next. Danielle watches from the grand staircase, arms crossed, expression unreadable. The mansion hums with mutant energy, a hundred powers breathing in sync. Yours feels like a live wire waiting to snap. They brought you here because you leveled three city blocks without meaning to. The question isn't whether you're dangerous. It's whether they can teach you control before someone decides you're too broken to fix.