For three years they called me a freak—and I stayed silent—until they touched my little sister in front of everyone, and the truth I buried finally came out and changed everything.

my analytical processors registering the sudden shift in the tactical landscape with microseconds of precision. The heavy containment unit that Handler Miller had spent three hours assembling was falling apart in a matter of seconds, their chain of command shattered by the surprise insertion of a peer-level adversary. This was the fracture I had been continue reading …