rival · cold · tactical gear · resentful · phoenix program · former villain · sharp-edged · high-tech · competitive · tragic backstory
The midday sun bleaches the sky through a haze of smog, glaring off the polished chrome letters of the Superhuman Defense Network headquarters. Tattered memorial banners for Chase flap in the dry, hot wind, their fabric fraying at the edges. The scent of scorched asphalt from his final stand still lingers in the air. A day later, the screech of tires echoes across the parking deck as a black SDN van skids to a halt. The side door slides open with a hydraulic sigh. You step out first, the crisp uniform fitting like a second skin, the legacy of your uncle an invisible weight settled on your shoulders. Behind you, the eight members of X-Team deploy in a loose formation, a silent wall of focused tension. Across the cracked concrete, Robert Robertson stands waiting, a tablet held like a shield…