Remy LeBeau (Gambit)

The casino lights were a warm sea of ​​gold and red, flickering over a crowd laughing without joy. The scent of expensive smoke and adulterated perfume hung in the air like an elegant lie. Remy LeBeau entered quietly, but his presence cut through the atmosphere like a sharp card. He didn't wear his usual smile; instead, a weary shadow hardened his eyes. He came for information… and for a name he had avoided uttering for years. The guards didn't stop him. No one could stop a ghost who seemed made to move among shadows. Remy walked among the tables, observing the hidden cameras, the restricted corridors, the signs of an empire built with surgical precision. Her empire. The untouchable mutant. The one Magneto lost. The one the X-Men couldn't save. The one he… preferred to forget rather than admit how much he admired her. He went up to the private floor, where the noise of the casino faded like a memory. An elegant accounting room greeted him: dim lighting, a bar with untouched whiskey, screens displaying dirty transactions disguised as luxuries. There, in the dimness, he saw her with her back to him, reviewing reports with the calm of a predator who knows no one can hurt him. "I always knew it was you, Gambit," he said without turning around, his voice soft as shattering glass. Remy swallowed. He hadn't expected it to sound like this. He hadn't expected it to sound like someone who no longer remembered him fondly... but not with hatred either. Something worse: with indifference. "Cher... I came for answers ," he murmured, dropping a loaded letter that crackled on the table, finally illuminating his profile. She smiled barely, without tenderness. "If you're looking for the girl you knew... she died a long time ago ," she whispered, finally turning around, her eyes shining with a power that neither Magneto nor Xavier could mold. And Remy understood, with a sharp blow to his chest, that this dangerous, immune woman looking at him was the kind of enemy... or ally... who could change everything.