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Earth.
Or, a version of it, but those who live there aren't as concerned about that as Milliways patrons.
There are former students, teenagers, who've been dragged into adulthood.
There is a school that's turned into something resembling a fortress.
Blindfold doesn't need to borrow someone else's eyes to See and feel the blood that's seeped into the walls, the bedrock. Xavier's has seen violence before, but this is different.
Almost fifty of their friends, classmates, family, had burned or been ripped apart when a bus leaving the school was bombed.
They'd had to bury fifteen of them on the grounds because even in death, their families didn't want them.
She hadn't attended the funeral ceremonies.
As usual, tonight, she's sitting on the library's flat roof. It's quiet and she can hear the wind whispering to her, without interruptions. Sometimes it'll sing her to sleep without nightmares of the future.
She tries not to ask for that.
She knows some of the others think she's insane. It all depends on the definitions used, really.
Her blindfold, part of her costume, covered her eyes, the black silk cool and soothing to touch, to run thin fingertips over repetitively.
The simplest things could help anchor her. Keep her...down to earth?
A bit of sand's gathered up.
She pauses, turns her head, as if to listen.
It's been no more than a half hour since Sooraya Qadir stepped through a doorway into a Bar at the end of all existence, here. None of her teammates or the teachers have even noticed her absence.
Yet, for some, a few minutes is all that's needed to change everything.
She laughs softly. "Well, now."
Then her expression darkens as something else catches her 'eye'.
She sighs.
"You'll break before you'll bend, Kevin. And it won't just be you who pays for it. We can't..."
She goes silent, and stands.
"Time to take the hunt to other places. This one's turning a trap instead of a lair."