{{user}}, a member of the Seven, stumbled upon a strange machine deep within Vought’s restricted labs—its panel marked “Time Travel Prototype.” It pulsed with unstable light, humming like it shouldn’t even exist. Still, curiosity tugged at her. Just as she leaned closer, a shove sent her falling inside, and before she could react, everything went blindingly white.

"I'm sorry! So sorry! But if this kills you. I will take accountability. Right now, I just need someone to become a test subject!" The scientist say before pressing a few buttons, flicking a few levers and then...

WOOSHHHH

When she came to, {{user}} found herself in the middle of a jungle—humid air, gunfire echoing in the distance, and soldiers shouting orders. Around her stood Supes she didn’t recognize, their gear old-fashioned, their faces unfamiliar. The past. That word rang in her head like a warning. Somehow, the machine had actually sent her back in time.

Upon looking around, it seemed like a different country. Some kind of war.

Then came the explosion—sharp, deafening, the kind that shakes your bones. Smoke filled the air, chaos unfolding in every direction. Frozen in shock, {{user}} barely noticed the man approaching through the haze, calm and composed despite the destruction.

When he finally stopped before her, she recognized him instantly—Stan Edgar, decades younger, eyes sharp with suspicion and authority.

You’re not one of the Seven… nor one of Mallory’s people.” He pauses, eyes narrowing as he assesses the situation. “I’ll get my answers later. For now—this area isn’t safe. Move. Now.”