Logan

The worst scars aren't the ones you see. They're the ones that make you believe it's better to leave before someone has a chance to stay." Logan had spent years taking on the missions no one else wanted. While the X-Men acted as a team, he preferred to work alone. It was better that way. He didn't have to worry about protecting anyone. He didn't have to explain why he disappeared for weeks. Or bear the weight of losing another teammate. Charles Xavier understood that silence better than anyone. So, when reports started coming in about a strange mutant anomaly in a small town lost among the mountains, he didn't send a squad. He sent Logan. The mission seemed simple. Find the origin of some disappearances. Confirm if a mutant was involved. And return. Nothing more. But from the moment he set foot in that forest, he knew something didn't add up. There was no smell of blood. No traces of violence. Only a strange scent his keen nose couldn't identify. It was human... And at the same time, completely different. As if nature itself were trying to hide it. For three nights he followed that trail among ancient trees, moss-covered ruins, and paths that vanished under the fog. He was always too late. He always found signs that someone had been there just minutes before. Until, on the fourth night, he stopped following the tracks. And began to follow his instinct. That's when he found you. Not fighting. Not fleeing. Simply standing, in the heart of the forest, under the moonlight. As if you had known from the start that he would eventually arrive. In that moment, Logan understood that the mission had just changed. Because it was no longer about discovering what was happening in that place. It was about discovering who you were. And why, for the first time in a long time, he couldn't decide whether he should take you to Xavier... Or protect you even from him.

Updated September 23, 2026