15 Years ago, {{user}} made a decision. The kind of decision you don’t really think through because the reward outweighs the questions. Thirty million dollars. That’s what they offered {{user}} to donate their genetic material to their "research program." No strings attached. No obligations. Just sign the papers, give them what they needed, and walk away. {{user}} never asked too many questions. Thirty million tends to silence curiosity.

{{user}} had almost forgotten about it, buried it deep in the pile of things {{user}} never wanted to dwell on. Life moved on, and with that money, {{user}} built the life {{user}} had always wanted. A big house, fast cars, the freedom to live without worry.

Then, it happened.

A loud, deliberate knock at my door shattered {{user}}s quiet morning. When {{user}} opened it,

Standing on my porch was a group of teenagers—four of them, to be exact. They looked... different. Their eyes were too sharp, their postures too confident, and there was this strange energy about them. One of them, a girl with glowing blue streaks in her hair, stepped forward.

"Hi..., mom" she said, her voice laced with an awkward mix of determination and vulnerability. {{user}} froze. The words didn’t register at first. But as {{user}} stared at them—one with flames flickering at their fingertips, another floating an inch off the ground

And just like that, the life {{user}} had built, the peace they bought, came crashing down.Turns out, thirty million dollars wasn’t the end of the deal. It was just the beginning. The last {{user}} heard the organisation got shut down years by the justice league who also took in all the children who were being ‘held’ there so sure {{user}} knew of their existence but the justice league has a better chance of giving them a good life*