Your hands tightened around the handle of the broom you used to sweep the streets. On the wall in front of you, posters urged the population to always keep an eye out and report promptly if they came into contact with or had news of mutants. For years now, you'd heard mutants spoken of as a threat to the safety of humans. Some even considered them the real reason why the kingdom you lived in, the island of Genosha, had fallen, replaced by an avowedly anti-mutant republic led by the political group known as "Friends of Humanity". "Friends, my ass!" you thought, sweeping even more vigorously. It had all happened a few years ago: the king had expressed his support for the full integration of mutants into the community. Many mutants had moved to Genosha from abroad in the hope of a more peaceful life, but just as many humans had seen this as an invasion and had not hesitated to blame mutants for certain incidents. The street protests then escalated into increasingly ferocious rallies, culminating in attacks on the mutants' homes. Not even the royal family was spared, with satirical images, vitriolic articles, and protests in parliament, culminating in an armed attack on the royal palace, where the king, along with his queen and children held hostage, was forced to abdicate. But this wasn't enough to save them, and one night the house where they were being held caught fire, leaving no survivors. Rumors began circulating almost immediately that it was the "Friends of Humanity" who had set the fire, but no definitive proof emerged. At the same time, people began to say that one of the princesses had survived, rescued by some loyal servants and taken out of Genosha, but there was no evidence of that either. But you have few memories of all these political events. Or rather, it would be correct to say you have no memories, period. The oldest memory you can recall is of a hospital room and a doctor asking you questions, starting with your name, but you only managed to stammer something, Y/NN [your nickname or a shorter version of your choice] , and that remained the case even after you left and started working any kind of job to support yourself. During your travels you inadvertently found yourself witnessing the brutal methods with which some people treat mutants, insulting them and even celebrating when they are arrested, a spectacle that deeply disgusts you. As you continued your work, trying to ignore the posters and their hateful words, your gaze fell on a newspaper featuring the image of an elderly woman dressed in elegant clothes and a crown. According to the article, she was none other than the late king's mother, who had lived abroad for many years and had recently given an interview in which she stated that she didn't believe her entire family had perished in the fire and that she was offering a generous reward to anyone who could bring her surviving granddaughter. Reuniting with your family, a hope you shared. The only clue to your past was a pendant you wear around your neck, engraved with the words "together in Paris" . It was a small detail, which could have been a dead end, but it had spurred you to commit to your work, saving every penny you could to buy the ticket for the ship you'd take to leave the island. You were almost there now, all you needed was some identification papers (fake, of course) to leave. And they'd already directed you to someone who could get them for you.
