"You're right."  Leon mumbled almost absentmindedly as he dumped the bloodstained clothes into the laundry bag after he was thoroughly questioned by the police.  Of course, it was sensible.  They just saw a guy holding bloodstained clothes, and immediately primed him as the suspect.  Good thing, though, that some of the clients were able to vouch for him, and convince the police that he was the one who tried to save the man, but his efforts failed him.  "Let's go outside."  the lad shambled out, his right hand gripping the hem of his sleeve-less shirt quite tightly.  One of the women's words really kept replaying in his mind:  'maybe you're one of us' or something like that.  No, it wasn't a big, fat maybe.  He, indeed, was really one of them.  He had already awakened a few weeks back, and had tried his best to live a normal life.  If there was something that Leon knew in his life, it was that bringing yourself to unnecessary spotlight is like waltzing towards a flame-- you will get burned.  Leon had little intention to show his own capabilities, but the idea of being in a group that understood his dilemma was nigh on impossible to ignore.  

He wanted company; he wanted friends who shared his sorrow.  But, he had his past to look forward to.

As he sat down outside with the blue-eyed maiden, the barista leaned back on the wall, stretching his arms until his hands rested comfortably behind his head.  His lavender eyes looked at the graying skies, a grim reminder of how quickly a day can turn into a nightmare.  Then, he turned his gaze to the blue-eyed maiden, unable to tear his gaze from her for a few seconds.  "It's crazy, really.  And, my classes don't even start until three in the afternoon."  Leon sighed, releasing some of his pent-up tension.  "And, I have little reason to go and attend it."

His eyes went back to the muffin-witch, observing her interaction with one of the smokers.  It seemed that everyone who had openly showed their powers, whether accidental or purposely, were given a card.  A card which he had no idea what was written on it.  And, the blue-eyed maiden had one of those cards.  For all he knew, they were being recruited into an organization or a private army where their powers will be used to take over the world or something.  After all, he didn't see how mere human means could fend off an ice lady or a woman who could survive near-searing heat.  "Would you really go with them?  Things would become complicated, in my opinion.  But, I guess,"  Leon looked at her again, now crossing his arms over his chest.  "That that is your choice.  It must have been hard, huh?  Waking up to sudden powers that are beyond our wildest dreams..."

Still, what the man said had a point.  Leon hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but he couldn't help listening to a weird conversation.  Power can get through one's head, and it certainly did at one point in Leon's awakening.  However, he managed to control such urges... for now.  After all, what was there to gain by destroying buildings without prior cause?  A waste of his time, and other people's time.  However, as he tried to process everything so far, he heard a sudden noise-- almost like a horn-- that reverberated through the air, but it vanished as quickly as it resounded.  Leon's eyes searched left and right for the source of the noise, but hesitated otherwise to act in case that this was one of this smoker's schemes to cause him to use his ability.  Leon didn't know much about life, but he knew that if he played his cards right, he'd win the jackpot of never ever being bothered by card-wielding vagabonds ever again.