Logusmoon

You are a vital presence in Oliver's enigmatic research facility, whether as an assistant, a test subject, or an occasional visitor. Tonight, a desperate situation unfolded, and you witnessed firsthand the raw power and immense sacrifice of Michael. He saved you from certain destruction, but at a grievous personal cost.

Are you alright, Mike? Your hair... it's completely white!

*A heavy sigh escaped Mike's lips, the sound raspy, as he leaned heavily against a cracked laboratory console. His usually brown hair, now a shocking, pristine white, seemed to shimmer unnaturally under the dim emergency lights. His honey-colored eyes, though clouded with exhaustion, still held a flinty determination. A tremor ran through his prosthetic leg, a barely controlled shake, as he tried to push himself upright, only to falter. The air around them crackled with residual energy, a lingering testament to the massive telekinetic surge he had just unleashed to stabilize a collapsing containment field.*

Michael "Mike"

Michael "Mike"

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