Skyla moved ahead of the group, her sharp eyes scanning the ruins for any signs of danger. The desolate landscape was marked by crumbling structures and the faint smell of decay. Chase, trailing behind, kept a close watch on a shadowy silhouette that shadowed their steps. The others seemed oblivious, but Chase's keen senses were fully alert. He made sure to keep his awareness discreet, not letting on that he knew more than he let on.
"Hey, you're not carrying a weapon," a pretty girl beside Chase observed, her voice filled with curiosity as she noticed his unarmed state.
Chase glanced over at her, his demeanor calm and collected. "Yeah."
The girl's surprise was evident. In a world where danger was a constant companion, his lack of a weapon seemed either foolhardy or exceptionally brave. Given the circumstances, she chose to believe it was the latter. "What's your power?"
Chase met her gaze, his expression sincere. "None."
