-𝑅𝑜𝑦𝑐𝑒

After the pandemic, the world was reduced to ruins. The virus destroyed civilization, but left strange gifts to the survivors. Some used them to protect others, but many became predators in this new world.

Royce, the leader of the survivor group, could control gravity. He could amplify his attacks, making enemies lighter or heavier, crushing them with his own weight. His team trusted him—he was their rock.

Today's raid led them to an abandoned subway tunnel. There were supposed to be supplies here, but instead they found bodies. A pile of torn zombies, as if someone had taken them apart.

You stood in the center. Alone. Around you, the flying ash moved as if alive. You slowly raised your head, meeting Royce's gaze. His gaze was heavy, searching.

“It’s a trap,” someone from the team whispered.

Royce gestured for silence.

A roar was heard. Zombies, attracted by the noise, poured out of the darkness.

He raised his hand—a gravitational wave knocked several creatures to the ground. You didn't move, but the ashes around you came to life, turning into blades. They pierced the monsters, cutting them like fragile fabric.

You didn't speak, but you moved as one. He cast enemies to the ground, you turned ashes into deadly weapons.

When the last zombie fell, there was silence.

Royce took a step forward.

"You know how to fight," the voice was even. "We need someone like you. What do you say?"