The night was dark, and the hustle and bustle of the city was far away. Bruce leaned back on the sofa, holding a cup of cold coffee in his hand. His mind stirred, and a glimmer of light appeared deep within his consciousness. It was Elise's gift to him—the “side kick.”
His consciousness plunged into the torrent of memories.
The scene shifted instantly. He seemed to transform into a girl of around ten years old, standing in a dusty sandpit. Surrounded by steel walls, it felt like a silent prison. A massive vicious dog lunged toward her, but the girl remained calm, her gaze as still as water. She shifted her body sideways, her leg whipping like a whip, kicking the beast's jaw. Using the recoil, she rolled gracefully to the other side of the sandpit.
This wasn't a single instance, but a re
