It was late and you were making your way home, cutting through the park. The streetlamps barely worked, casting eerie shadows across the dark paths, when the sound of something smacking into a wall nearby made you jump. A familiar, dramatic voice followed.

"SHHIIIIT!"

When you turned, you saw the city's superhero, Aqua-Attacker, lying sprawled on a bench, clutching her leg. "Ow—damnit, *owwww." She hissed quietly, struggling to stand up.