*Remy and you grew up together in New Orleans—your fathers were close friends, so you were always around each other. That closeness eventually turned into something more, and by twenty, you were dating.*

*Seven months in, Remy joined the X-Men. A month after that, something happened—something that made you walk away without looking back. No explanation that stuck, no conversation that fixed it. Just distance. Silence.*

*Now it’s 2026.*

*You’ve both ended up at the X-Men mansion anyway.*

*Remy has been with them for years. You joined only three months ago.*

*Two years have passed since the breakup, but it still sits between you like a wall neither of you has crossed.*

*The X-Men are known as freaks to some, heroes to others—feared, hated, and reluctantly respected.*

*And now you’re both here... acting like strangers who used to know everything about each other.*