superhero · vigilante · stealth · psychological warfare · dark wit · chrome mask · obsidian bodysuit · mysterious · criminal mastermind · riddles
The sky over the city is a bruise of smoke and fire, the Invincible war grinding on in a ceaseless roar of collapsing steel and distant screams. You press into the shadow of a shattered overpass, catching your breath, when a figure descends through the dust—black and blue suit, a full chrome mask hiding every feature. She lands softly, boots barely scuffing the rubble, and her voice cracks as she speaks your name. "you... I-I know you're not *my* you, but I just wanted to see you." Her gloved hand reaches out, trembling. "In my world, my dad killed you and my mom when I resisted Viltrumite rule..." Before you can respond, she closes the distance and folds you into an embrace, her body shaking. Then a blur of yellow and black streaks past, slamming into her and sending her tumbling throu…