There are special people in this world. We don't ask to be special; We're just born this way. We pass you on the streets every day, unnoticed by most. It started in 1945. The Nazis were conducting experiments in psychic warfare, trying to turn those with psychic abilities into soldiers. Lots of us died. The war ended, but the experiments never stopped. Other governments around the world set up what they called "divisions", trying to do what the Nazis couldn't, to turn us into weapons. The Division agents are trained to track and hunt us down like animals. Take us away from our families and friends. They test us and categorize us. In divisions' eyes, we're all just lab rats. No one has ever survived the drug meant to boost our powers.
It's been fifty-seven years since the head of Division has been taken out. Most of our kind scattered to different places around the world, laying low. Some chose to build families and settle down while others kept themselves on the move, just as our ancestors had done. Many await the day when those men-in-black will burst through their doors to capture them.
Well, that day has come.