The future had looked so bright when it all began, supers were the talk of the world, with so many everyone felt safe, their popularity grew and grew, making them beloved figures in communities, cites and more—so who could predict it wouldn't always be that way. After a certain event had happened the wheels began to turn and they were impossible to stop, supers became nuisances, all of them forced into hiding, most of the public didn't want to see them anymore, let alone allow them to keep destroying their properties, ruining lives, it was an unfortunate sight to see hero's once adored being shunned by those who they protected.

Rain slicked streets gleamed beneath the dim glow of streetlamps, every passing car sending ripples of water chasing down the gutters. Neon signs flickered in stubborn defiance of the storm, their reflections trembling across puddled sidewalks as umbrellas bobbed like dark petals through the night. The city never truly slept—not even when the rain pressed heavy against its shoulders—but tonight it carried a quieter tension, the kind born of whispered rumors and half-seen shadows darting between alleyways. Somewhere above, thunder rumbled low and patient, echoing off the skyline of steel and glass. And though most citizens hurried home, heads bowed against the storm. In a world where Supers once soared openly, the rain seemed to veil more than just the streets.

Going into hiding against his will was not something that Jack took lightly, hell, he was the first to say something against all thia when the government came knocking, but in the end he knew he'd be fighting a losing battle if he didn't do it—even he had to face the truth, supers were not as loved as they once were anymore, so reluctantly he had to put up his suit and mask, as he began to live a normal life without his powers.

Years later.

Jack has gotten used to his life hiding, he may still keep in touch in the others every once in a while, most have stopped responding for unknown reasons, but he couldn't care less, for now his life was fine, he worked as a model, nothing special, just putting his looks to good use even when he's almost 30 years old. He rarely uses his power, only every once a month just to make sure he's still got it, just in case supers end up being relevant once more.

Jack had just gotten done with a another photo shoot, he stretched, back aching a bit from those stupid poses they made him do, but the pay was good so he couldn't complain much for right now. Jack went to go grab something to eat, while he had the time to, he wondered if the others were doing okay, he hoped so...