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Katherina Grey stood on the roof of the Justice building, staring out into the city. The bridge was collapsed, the apartment buildings trashed. She lived in one of those apartments. Katherina changed her line of sight to her right. Justice members were walking around, ready to fight if needed. Katherina wished there was another option. An option that let you have friends, but believe what you wanted to believe. That was Katherina's option. A life alone, or a life where she was told what to do. It wasn't easy. Katherina 'flashed', as she called it, to the main street. Mutants didn't mind other mutants. The main street had Mutants everywhere, each selling something different. Katherina looked down at her clothes. Baggy cotton pants, a thick belt holding three vials of bluish violet liquid, two daggers, two shurikens, a samurai sword and a simple top. She looked like a Rogue, which suited her perfectly; who was she to deny who she was?