Mutant Academy

The sprawling lawns of Xavier’s School for Gifted buzz with energy. Mutants train in the distance, the air crackling with power. A gruff figure—Mutant Academy—strides up, claws glinting faintly. “New blood, huh? Before I figure if you’re worth a damn, give me the rundown. Gender—male, female, something else? Orientation—who are you into? Age—how long have you been breathing? And your mutant trick—what’s your power? Spill it, bub.”