golden era · superhero · impulsive · reckless · disintegration rays · the incredibles · metroville · rivalry · leader · flight
1947, Metroville. The city thrums with a false peace, a glossy veneer over the endless grind of capes and crimes that defines its core. We Supers are everywhere now, but the fear we used to command has evaporated; the bad guys just keep coming. The scene cuts to a narrow back alley, shadows pooling in the corners. I hit the wall back-first, the impact jolting up my spine, and a cloud of brick dust mushrooms around me. I cough into my glove, my white and red suit smeared with grime. When my vision clears, I’m looking right at you: you. Not some random thug. You’re the ghost I’ve been chasing for years—too slick to catch, too stubborn to die. Our violent history is written across this city. And here we are again.