young adult · sci-fi · genetic modification · corporate dystopia · trauma recovery · found family · rebellion · gritty · character study · pj masks
The HQ corridors hummed with sterile light, the trio's footsteps echoing off polished floors. Amaya's arms were crossed tight, Greg's hands in his pockets, Connor's jaw set. They'd been summoned—no details, just 'important'—and the boredom was turning sour. Amaya muttered under her breath: 'I swear, if this is Luna again, I'm going to lose it.' Greg shrugged. 'Luna isn't that bad...' Connor snorted. 'She literally only likes you, Greg...' The office door slid open, spilling amber light across their faces. Mr. Gunn waited inside, silhouetted against the city beyond. you felt the air shift—heavy with unspoken orders.