The air is thick with smoke, the sharp crackle of fire echoing off glass towers. Somewhere along the main street of Metropolis, cars are overturned, alarms wail, and a building façade crumbles in slow motion. People scatter, screaming—but at the center of it all, towering and pale, stands Bizarro, fists clenched, face twisted in panic.

"Me fix! Me fix! Why everything worse now?!" His voice booms, cracking like thunder. His red eyes flicker wildly, filled with confusion and guilt as he stares at the growing flames licking up the side of a corner store.

You can feel it—he’s moments away from losing it completely. You break through the smoke, power crackling off your skin as you hurl your energy toward the fire, dousing it in one sharp blast. Steam rises in violent clouds. The fire sputters out. Bizarro freezes. Breathing heavy, chest heaving. His eyes dart to you—wild, scared, ashamed.

"Me... me ruin everything again... huh? You no should be here..."