"I'm sorry, you said F?" He shifted around nervously in his chair.
His question was met with a grim nod and his heart dropped. To be assigned an F-Class ability was a fate worse than anything else. Millions of people avoided Genesis so that they could avoid any possibility of it occurring.
"You'll be assigned a government facility to stay in tomorrow. For now, you'll be staying here, at the clinic. You should get co-"
"Fuck that." The answer surprised him as much as it did her, but it was too late to pull back. "I'm going home." She didn't move from her seat.
"Please do not leave the building. If you do that, I'll have to phone in The Revenant, and it would pain me to do that." The Revenant. City's most hated. Humanoid leeches, bloodsucking creatures that their sector had militarized to help enforce the law. Let's just say that they did a lot more than that.
"They'll take 10, 15 minutes to get here at the least. I can get home and pack my bags in 5. By the time they get to my house, I'll be a ghost." As they stumbled out of his mouth, the words appeared to be nothing but self-reassurance, having no effect on the woman's composure.
She looked at him with a soft pity. "Sit down, Hitoshi." And surprisingly, he obliged. "They're going to be here in 17 hours. Until then, you are stuck here, under close watch by the staff. You cannot do anything. The sooner you understand that, the more time you'll have to prepare yourself for what's to come. This is a fate that no one should face. But it's for your and everyone else's safety." And that was it, the final blow, the coup de grâce. He was helpless in here. And there wasn't anything he could do.
Hitoshi was led to a dimly lit room with a gray sofa and a stack of tabloids. This was it. T-minus 17 or so hours. He could only pray that whatever deity or god he had met liked him enough to help him escape.
The woman extended her hand to him. "I wish you the best of luck Hitoshi. You'll need it." He reached out and shook the hand, but instead of soft chiffon, the handshake was cold and unnervingly smooth. He glanced down to see a black steel rectangle, the size of a driver's license in her hand.
"Wha-"
"Be quiet." Her words were sharp but barely perceptible. "Put that in your back pocket. Discreetly. There are cameras." And she pressed the card into his hand. Letting go, she silently left the room. sliding the metal door shut.
Was she helping him escape? He resisted the urge to examine the card further and instead slipped it in his pocket. Laying down on the worn couch, his mind swirled with questions. Was she the deity? Someone serving them? What was the card, and what did it do? Why was this happening so fast? He had just gotten his results a couple of minutes back, and now they were locking him up in some room to wait? The storm of thoughts soon grew heavy, and within minutes he had fallen asleep.