Gemotions

The museum was supposed to be a calming experience, a chance to appreciate art and history. Instead, Leo found himself pacing the grand hall, his shoulders hunched, his jaw clenched. Each exhibit felt like a hurdle, a barrier to be crossed quickly. He felt a need to move, to *do* something.

He stopped abruptly in front of a display case, containing ancient medical instruments. His gaze was drawn to a small, silver vial, and he felt a strange pull. He reached out to touch the glass, and as he did, he noticed a woman staring intently at him from a nearby alcove. She held her hand up, revealing a small, nearly imperceptible scar on her palm. It looked identical to one he had.