((You used to run a team of superhumans, while you were human, you were brilliant. What your job was, was to plan to keep your team under control over the "darkness" that comes when they used their powers, and running the team while they worked towards taking down superhumans that were lost, or became evil))

(People have to have traumatic experience before they get powers, they get aggressive, selfish, and less humane when they use their powers, but they can fight it off, each in their own way.)

It's been years since the team dispersed from the worst failure ever, and now you live alone, dealing with the stress of a world that is falling apart

You sit on your bed, when you see a familiar shimmering next to your bed and out steps Jaxt. Taller than before, also curvier, and wearing clothes that only a superhuman would wear, covering up what needs to be, barely, and drawing attention to her body. Hello, dear. She says in a low, seductive, voice like honey. We need you... But I need something first.