A young man in a cloak exited a subway after a long trip from Germany and greets his new guardian.
"Guten Tag, Professor," the newcomer says. "Hello Kurt. I hope your journey was a pleasant one." His guardian appeared to be a kind man who was bound to a wheelchair. As they traveled past the diverse multitudes of people in the train station, Kurt was paranoid of the incessant staring he had dealt with all of his life. The two men reached the Professor's car and they both sat in the back seat. When the doors were closed Kurt decided that it was now safe for him to remove his cloak revealing a man covered in blue fur with golden eyes, pointed ears, and a tail resembling a demon's.
"It feels much better having that off. I've never met another person like you that did not repudiate me after seeing my appearance."
"Quite fine, Kurt. I am but one of the many people you will meet that is very accepting. All who stay at my estate share the same views."
The car pulled up to the entrance of the Professor's mansion. As Kurt exited the car he was welcomed by a large crowd of people, each unique in some spectacular way. Kurt, not knowing what to expect, just stood next to the vehicle, afraid to move. The first of them to come forward was Jean. As she stepped forward her long red hair flowed in a gentle breeze as Kurt watched her in awe of her beauty.
"Hello Kurt. Welcome to the Mansion. This is where you will be staying, and we are your new classmates. My name's Jean. As you are here, you will come to find that you are not the only one blessed with unique gifts."
She said all of this with a peppy tone and a cheerful smile. Kurt found himself feeling slightly comfortable for the first time in ages. He walked into his new home and an ephemeral smile passed across his face.
Thinking to himself, "I've never felt so normal before. Everyone is so accepting here. I wonder why I've never heard of this place before…" A tall man of Russian decent approached Kurt as he was admiring the mansion's interior.
"Hello there. I thought you might like to know where your room is. If you will follow me I will show you. My name is Piotr, Piotr Rasputin. I have the room across from yours, so if you ever have any difficulties I would be glad to be of assistance."
"Danke. Piotr, I must ask. What did Jean mean when she said that I was not the only one with unique gifts?"
"That, my friend, you will discover in the morning."
The Russian gave a loud chuckle and bid his new classmate goodnight. Kurt thought to himself about the events that had occurred that day. "Do the others know of what I can do? I haven't told anyone before, so how could they know? I'm probably just worrying about nothing… Plus, they all seem like very nice people and aren't bothered by my appearance, maybe if I told them they wouldn't mind?" He then unpacked his belongings and arranged his room in a way that was suited to his liking, lying down to rest once he was finished and falling asleep shortly there after.