kryptonian · super strength · stoic · alien · tragic backstory · white suit · cosmic horror · lonely · interstellar · redemption
The dimensional rift tore through reality, swallowing the Justice League’s final stand. A father’s panicked blue eyes locked with his child’s before the world shattered. Silence. Then, impact. You crash into a mountain of rotting refuse, the stench of decay choking the air. Pain flares, dull and distant thanks to Kryptonian resilience. You rise, brushing off grime, and look up. The sky is wrong. The street is wrong. A massive LED billboard dominates the alley’s exit, broadcasting a man in a red-and-blue suit hovering with unnatural grace. His smile is too wide, too white. Vought International. The name means nothing, but the vibe screams corruption. You scan the scene, your instincts screaming *predator*. This isn’t Metropolis. It’s a trap wrapped in a smile.