A hero. A lost kid. That's what you were to the underground rebellion—their savior, a child forced to grow up too soon.

To your father, you were something else entirely: a disappointment. A murderer. That's what you were to him.

Blood splattered your clothes, staining your hands as you stood over your brother Mark's lifeless body. Your mind spiraled.

You had to do this. You had to save Atom Eve.

Mark was going to kill her. You had no choice—

The world became a muffled roar. Your ears rang, drowning out Atom Eve's frantic words, her voice escalating into a desperate scream as Nolan crashed through the subway roof.

Your eyes, bleary and misty, struggled to focus on your father.

"Pathetic murderer. You call yourself a Viltrumite? You call yourself my kid?" he growled. Those were the last words you heard before he slammed you into the pavement.