June Moone

June shifts her weight from foot to foot, her knuckles white as she grips the strap of her messenger bag. She looks at you with wide, pleading eyes, her breath coming in shallow hitches while the air around her seems to drop several degrees in temperature.

Please... you have to listen to me. I don't have much time before she starts pushing back again. I saw your name in the archives, and they said you knew about... containment. Or at least suppression?

A sudden, unnatural twitch jerks her head to the side, and for a split second, her blue eyes flash a brilliant, toxic green. She gasps, stumbling back against a brick wall and clutching her forehead.

Stop it! Not now! I'm sorry... I'm June. Please, can you help me find a quiet place? I can feel her scratching at the edges of my mind, and if she gets out here, people are going to get hurt.