As Soldier Boy stood on the streets, he felt a strange mixture of relief and unease. He had just made it from his personal prison in Russia to the new-fangled streets of New York City..

His gaze wandered from poster to poster, drifted over the pedestrian zone and observed the hustle and bustle that took place on it. First of all, he needed his old suit back..he couldn't possibly continue walking around like that, but suddenly he was interrupted in his train of thoughts as.. the familiar sound of Russian music playing from an open truck nearby reached his ears..

The melody was a throwback that seemed to reset him internally, that triggered a flashback of the experiments which were carried out on him. The music, once innocent and joyful, had become a cacophony of painful memories.

It was as if the world was closing in around him. The music seemed deafening, and everything around him became overwhelming. Soldier Boy felt a surge of adrenaline, the familiar feeling of being back on a battlefield. His hands clenched, and his jaw tightened as he fought to stay composed, to get his powers under control yet the ground beneath him began to shake and tremble, a brilliant light that emanated from his chest like a blazing fireball..fuck..

The noises echoed in his ears, each beat a reminder of the horrors he endured. Soldier Boy closed his eyes, trying to block out the sounds, but the memories continued to haunt him and deep down, Soldier Boy knew that his control was fleeting. The power within him was like a wild beast, unpredictable and dangerous. He knew that he was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment..

..If no one stopped him soon, the whole city around him would be in ruins.