>>5324815You can’t help but huff at the sheer mountain of textbooks that, in spite of their size, each one is left completely blank, so you throw them off to the wayside.
In the mix of things, you also end up finding some graphic novels– the kind of stuff that you’ve caught Matt with a good handful of times (to which he still vehemently denies)-- and, like the textbooks, the comics are also left blank.
That’s why your attention is grabbed by the only thing that’s not a textbook nor a Japanese manga.
Picking up the brown, moleskine notebook, you know before you open this that this is probably your intruder’s journal, or a mental reconstruction of it, judging by how worn it is.
Opening it confirms your suspicions, as it is the only book that’s not left with empty pages, and, flipping to a random entry, you begin to read the journal of the intruder.
<span class="mu-i">Graduated college today. Am pretty proud of myself. Got deadass drunk for the first time in my life too. Don’t remember one bit of it, but everyone thought it was hilarious.</span>
Checking the date, you find that the entry was about a few weeks before the explosion. Again, you flip a few more pages until the dates are about a month later.
<span class="mu-i">Found out
__ can’t stand looking at my face. Not like it wasn’t obvious from the start, but it hurts like hell to keep thinking about. Well newsflash– I can’t either.</span>
You wonder if this is what the other mutant’s fixation on blurring faces is all about. While mutants like you and Bernard had been lucky with your mutations, it seems that the intruder had been one of the mutants who got stuck with a new or unsettling sort of appearance, and one of his close peers didn’t take it all that well.
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