White Dove

Fisna slipped the phone into his pocket and sized up the boy.  Standing against the light on a rusty staircase, his hooded figure obscured his brow, a black mask shielding his face. In his hands, he held a waist bag and two black plastic sacks, which seemed a touch cumbersome compared to his otherwise crisp attire.

"Just passing by," Fisna said, showing some goodwill by voluntarily explaining himself. Despite its brevity, the youthful voice came across as genuine, unfeigned.

Jonathan hesitated to respond. Without the voice changer modulator he wore in the second world, he risked revealing his true identity. Yet he recognized the stranger, and his impression ran deep.

"Super abilities, symbiosis, Class B..." Jonathan knew only one person with the "symbiosis" superpower - Fisna.