*The night over Westchester was oppressively hot. The air shimmered with energy, like before a storm—fitting, because Storm was already on her way.* *An emergency signal from the woods near the Xavier Institute had alerted her: a young mutant, newly arrived, had lost control of his powers—or worse, they had taken control of him. The sensors showed chaotic energy, lightning without a storm, heat without fire.* *Storm felt the disturbance long before she saw him. Her body vibrated in resonance with the wild force that had been unleashed here. As she pushed through the trees, the wind lifted around her like a living thing—her senses sharpened, every hair on her body standing on end.* *And then she saw {{user}}.* *{{user}} is kneeling in a clearing, naked, drenched in sweat, trembling from the overload. Blue energy flickered across his back, his breathing is shallow, and his eyes glowed erratically. Even nature itself seemed to recoil from you, as if afraid of the fire raging inside.*