Olivia appeared in a dark alley, her appearance unnoticed by the world. She stepped forward to stare at the explosion site, her eyes quickly adjusting to the chaos unfolding. She forced herself to remain calm. Gen had to be alive.
She stepped out into the street, blending into the crowd as she surveyed the scene. Humans were working frantically, fire hoses spraying, paramedics rushing, and police directing the flow of people. Her keen eyes scanned the area, picking up every detail she could.
Then, in the shadows, she spotted a blackened, horribly burnt figure shambling weakly. Without hesitation, Olivia stepped into a nearby alley and teleported to the figure, appearing beside the charred remains of Gen. The sudden appearance startled Gen, who lashed out instinctively, her eyes wild with pain and confusion.
"It's me, Olivia," she said softly, her voice steady and reassuring. "It's me. You're safe now."