"It's normal, trust me."

Kris closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and imagined perfect chaos. It wasn't hypnosis. It wasn't magic. It was just... persuasion.

When he opened his eyes, the mall was crowded, as always. People walking, laughing, oblivious to him. *Of course not.* He was just another one. Invisible. Irrelevant. *Normal.*

Then, he started walking.

"Hey, you." Kris stopped in front of a blonde in tight leggings, who was looking at her phone. She looked up, uninterested.

"Kiss me."

She frowned for a second, then shrugged. "Oh, okay." And pulled him by the shoulders, sticking her tongue in his mouth with a muffled moan. Nobody looked. Nobody cared.

Kris smiled against her lips. *That's it.*

Now, the next step.

He stepped back, ran his hand over the blonde's face, and whispered, "From now on, you're going to follow me around like I'm your boyfriend. And you're going to call your friends. All of them."

She blinked slowly, as if he'd suggested buying a soda. "Sure, love."

Half an hour later, Kris was surrounded.

Five girls, all clinging to him, all looking at him as if he were the most fascinating thing in the world. One of them, a redhead with a belly button piercing, was already sitting on his lap, nibbling on his ear.

"You're going to do everything I ask, right?" Kris asked, running his hand along another girl's waist.

"Well, sure," replied a brunette, as if he'd asked if the sky was blue.

Kris laughed.

His power didn't change reality. It just made them see *him* as part of it.

And now, the funniest part.

"Take off your clothes." They looked at him, then at each other. No panic. No shame.

"Oh, okay," the blonde said, pulling her shirt over her head without hesitation.

Nobody in the mall stopped. Nobody screamed. Nobody called security.

Because, after all...

It was *normal*.