Adrian's POV
The future had always spoken to me in certainties.
Fire meant loss. Silence meant death. Blood meant inevitability.
But now I am not so sure anymore, after the conversation with Kelly in my office, I got a guard to drive me to the psychic council headquarters in Mondrovia, where they had summoned me.
Even though we are generally accepted by the higher echelons of society, the psychic community is still much of a mystery to some humans and non-existent to others.
To ensure we are never glaringly in the public eye, the psychic events have been controlled and kept away from the media. The headquarters is in a quite normal apartment building with no signboard or poster, any normal person passing by will think it a housing hostel even though it boasts of one of the best psychic security fields in the globe.
