April sat on a metal crate, gripping her knees.
"So what do you want from me?"
The leader's voice softened. "We want to train you. To help you control your Gear before Ragnörak does."
April shook her head.
"I never wanted this."
"None of us did." The woman's tone was understanding. "But wanting a normal life doesn't mean you'll get one."
April bit her lip.
They were right.
The moment she lost her senses, the moment that tech fused with her skull—her life was never going to be the same.
And people were hunting her now.
If she wanted to survive, she had no choice.
She exhaled slowly.
"Fine. I'll go with you. After all I have nothing else to lose?"
The leader nodded. "Then your training starts now."