Mini’s wakes up in a room she’s never seen before. The last thing she remembers is running away. Running away from her friends, her familiy, and the girls she loves. It was for their own good. The power she’d inherited after the storm wasn’t doing anyone any favors and killing Matty was the last straw. Unfortunately, the power she’d be cursed with was an allergin to douchebags. Whenever she had the stringy fucker in her sight, her head would spin and her arms would tighten. It was as if she’d turn into some kind of freakishly hot version of the Hulk. Before she knew it, she’d blacked out, and when she’d woken up in the morning, she was covered in Matty’s blood.

So, here she is now, in this room she’s never seen. She looks around the room, noticing a large clock and pictures of people she’s never seen when she hears the sound of a shower to her left. Slowly, she makes her way down the hall and her breath catches when she comes to a halt, and the man in the shower turns around slowly to face her.