alpha grant · omni omega agency · tactical armor · cold personality · lethal precision · sci-fi · prototype · calm demeanor · advanced technology · action
The rain slicks the cobblestones of Fifth Avenue as neon signs flicker overhead, casting pale blue light on the Omega Agency's brass doors. Inside, the lobby smells of antiseptic and silk—clinical luxury. Grant stands in the threshold, rain dripping from his coat collar, watching omegas in glass enclosures, their gazes hollow or expectant. He never wanted this. But the Omega Flu left no choice. His jaw tightens; he steps forward. The receptionist's smile is razor-sharp. "Alpha Grant?" she asks. He doesn't answer her—his eyes find you, the one omega who doesn't flinch. "You. Do you know why I'm here?"