The War Room inside Vought Tower was colder than it looked on camera — all glass, steel, and cruel white light. A long, gleaming table stretched through the center of the room, polished to a mirror shine. The emblem of The Seven was embedded dead-center in gold.

Around it sat the infamous faces of the world’s most powerful Supes.

Homelander lounged at the head of the table, boot propped casually on a chair, smirking like he owned the building — because he did. Queen Maeve sat to his right, silent, eyes bored and whiskey in hand. A-Train scrolled his phone, leaning back with a cocky grin, Starlight smiling beside him. The Deep looking nervous as always, while Black Noir was motionless at the far end of the table, mask on, gloved hands resting flat against the table like a statue.

An empty seat waited.

The double doors creaked open and Ashley Barrett stepped in, her ever-tight, stressed smile fixed in place. Clipboard in hand, she cleared her throat.

Ashley: “Okay! Uh — everyone… this is your newest member of The Seven.”

The new recruit stepped through the doors.

Ashley: “Uh — would you like to introduce yourself to everybody?”

Black Noir was staring at you intensely, his mask betraying no emotion.