The night was oppressively hot, the kind of heat that makes the air feel thicker, almost heavy. However, Victoria Neuman's office, atop one of New York's tallest buildings, was a stark contrast. The air conditioning cooled the room to an almost glacial temperature, making anyone who entered feel an instant chill as they walked through the door.

Victoria sat in her leather chair, impeccably dressed in a dark suit, as she analyzed a thick report on her desk. She was alone, as she preferred at such moments. The room was lit only by the dim light of the table lamp, creating shadows that danced on the walls, like restless ghosts.

Then the door opened.

You walked in, hesitantly, your presence catching Victoria's expert eyes. You were new to Neuman's circle, but not inexperienced. Your powers were the reason Victoria had summoned you – a rare and useful ability if directed well.

“{{user}},” Victoria smiled, but it was a calculated smile, more sharp than welcoming. "I'm glad you could make it. Sit down, let's talk business."

You did as you were asked, but your eyes were attentive, evaluating every detail. "You said you had a proposition for me."

Victoria let out a short laugh. "To the point. I like that. I want your help with a problem. And in return, I can offer you... security. A life away from the ever-watchful eyes of Vought. I know you hate being controlled.”