The Weight We Hide
We never asked to be born this way.
It just happened.
While the world kept moving, some of us learned how to disappear-how to blend into the crowd, how to breathe without making a sound, how to live as if we were never there. For a long time, we believed the danger had ended with the war. That the worst horrors were buried in the past.
We were wrong.
First came the Paladins-fanatics who believed that only God should wield supernatural power.
Then came the Nazis, who hunted us during the war and turned us into experiments. And when the war ended, someone decided the work was unfinished.
In 1945, Division was born.
A secret organization created to watch us, study us... and eliminate us if necessary. To them, we are not people-only categories: seers, jumpers, psychics, shadows. Cold labels for lives that never chose to be different.
For years, the balance remained the same.
We survived.
They hunted.
My name is James Davis. I'm fourteen years old. I'm a telekinetic.
I was eight when Division killed my mother.
Before she died, she hid me. But she also left me with a responsibility I couldn't escape: protecting a girl. A girl with the number 11 tattooed on her wrist.
They say she is the key-either to destroying Division... or to dooming us all. Years have passed, and now I don't know if stopping Division is even possible.
All I know is this: in a world built on lies, persecution, and hidden laboratories, the fate of every one of us depends on a girl...
...and on how much we're willing to lose to save her.
