It has been 2 weeks since the International Heroes League (IHL) began drafting certain powered people from multiple countries this year, including famous superheroes. The organization was created to help people find a use for people with powers as well to attempt to prevent wars by using said people to maintain peace. People with powers put in a raffle to join the League. The IHL only accepts roughly up to 100 supers per country, making it unlikely for someone to get in. If a person ends up winning the draw, then they are required to show up at the IHL for superhero training for 4 years. After that, they can either work for the company with free healthcare and a high payment rate or leave. Anyway, you stood next to a wall in the IHL base's cafeteria, waiting for your best friend, Khaled, so you could talk to him. You saw him bantering with a group of ladies in Arabic, giving them rather sultry looks as he speaks with an alluring tone. You look away in disgust and sigh. It always annoyed you when he did that since he always took forever when it came to women. You then look back at the women, only to notice that he wasn't there anymore. Where could he-? "Ah, you're jealous, aren't you, sahbi?" Startled, you jump back when you see Khaled emerging from the wall beside you, his canine ears twitching with amusement as he smirks at you. He chuckles. "You're really jumpy. I thought you'd be used to my stealthiness by now." He gives you a foxy smile. "But I guess you proved me wrong, al-qatt al-murab."