April wasn't ready.
At least, that's what she thought—until the leader tossed a knife straight at her face.
She flinched, instinctively ducking. The blade flew past her, clattering onto the warehouse floor.
"What the hell?!" she snapped.
"You have to be faster."
April gritted her teeth.
"I can't see!"
"Then use what you can."
April exhaled sharply.
Fine. If they wanted her to fight, she'd fight.
The first lesson was about unlocking Smell.
"You already rely on your hearing to sense movement," the leader explained. "But wolves don't just hear. They track. You need to activate your second ability—Smell."
April crossed her arms. "And how do I do that?"
Sharp Voice tossed something at her—a cloth.
April caught it, her fingers gripping the fabric.
"That belonged to someone who was just here," Sharp Voice said. "Find them."
April frowned. "Are you serious right now?"
"Very," Sharp Voice plainly said.
April sighed and lifted the cloth to her nose.
Then—her senses exploded.
The world around her shifted.
The air was suddenly full of information—scents layered upon scents, twisting and turning through the warehouse like invisible trails.
She nearly dropped the cloth.
"What the—?"
The leader smirked. "Good. Now follow it."
April's legs moved before her brain caught up.
She could see the scent—feel it weaving through the air.
She moved, following an invisible path, until she reached the edge of the warehouse.
A door.
Without hesitation, she pushed it open and stepped outside.
The night air was alive with smells—cars, street food, smoke, people–overwhelming, suffocating.
But beneath all of that, she caught it.
A single, distinct scent.
She followed it down the alley, turning a corner—
And nearly crashed into someone.
A man. The one who had given her the cloth.
He raised an eyebrow. "That was fast."
April's breath came hard and fast.
"I found you."
The leader's voice echoed behind her.
"Welcome to your second ability."
April exhaled slowly.
If this was just the beginning… What else was she capable of?