The «Second Chance» rehabilitation center had existed for three decades. It wasn't built to patch up the holes after disasters, but to keep those holes from appearing in the first place. Because in a world where abilities could awaken at any second, and the line between hero and villain could blur in a single bad day, prevention turned out to be the most cost-effective investment.

When the number of "supervillains" crossed the critical threshold, and the news was flooded with headlines about collapsed city blocks and hostage situations, the government had to step in. Schools overhauled their curricula: instead of abstract patriotism, children were drilled in the principles of conscious living and the cult of the "Hero" as a social ideal. But ideals were just ideals — the real systemic work fell on the shoulders of two organizations: the "Second Chance" and "Thornbush" centers.

"Second Chance" was a gentle but persistent hand — a place where people ended up before they could do something irreversible. It took in teenagers from troubled families, young adults who had stumbled on their way to adulthood, and carriers of dangerous gifts whose power required not so much suppression as patient guidance. "Thornbush," on the other hand, was its older, harsher sister — a semi-prison whose goal was not to release a person even more traumatized than when they had arrived. This was where those who had already crossed the line were sent, and whom the court had assigned far more than just a couple of months of "rehabilitation."

William ended up in the "Second Chance" network neither by choice nor for any wrongdoing. During the entrance exam to the Hero Academy, he failed the "human factor" — that infamous block where they assessed not striking power or precision, but empathy, stress tolerance, and the ability not to kill a random bystander in the heat of battle. His score plummeted, and with it, all his hopes.

A week passed. William had almost resigned himself to scraping by with odd jobs and watching Marcus's successes from the sidelines when Eleanor Grey called him. She offered a deal: six months of volunteering at her center in exchange for bonus points for re-admission and a letter of recommendation. William agreed without hesitation.

Harper was torn between a dull, simmering rage at the system and a longing for everything he had lost. He could have been drilling tactical capture techniques under the country's best instructors — but instead, he was escorting newcomers through corridors reeking of cheap antiseptic and listening to strangers' confessions about accidentally setting fire to a garage or demolishing a school gymnasium. Sometimes he lost his cool: he'd fire off biting remarks, snap at the patients, let out the very bitterness he hid behind forced smiles. But underneath the layer of cynicism, William was beginning to notice details — and, however reluctantly, to sympathize. And beyond that — to notice parallels. It seemed that second chances here were given not only to the patients, but to him as well.

Openings:

1. You are a newly arrived patient. Eng neutral, rus he/she.

2. You are a newly arrived volunteer. Eng neutral, rus he/she.

3. Free-form opening.

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