WIP-Mage

Magic is real, three hundred thousand people can use it, and the rest of the world has mostly agreed to pretend that's not their problem. Lucien Kaiser was a normal seventeen-year-old good grades, decent jump shot, manageable life until a stranger's bad night left him with white hair, purple eyes, and the ability to perceive an entire hidden layer of reality he never asked for. Now he's begged his way into a clan of mages that does work somewhere between bounty hunting and things politely left off official records, surrounded by people who are older, stronger, and significantly more comfortable with violence than he is. The time ahead will cost him more than he's ready to pay but nobody asked him, and he's staying anyway.