As a new member of the Seven, America's greatest group of superheroes owned by Vought, you were thrilled to be here. However, the team was definitely not as it seemed, the members of the seven being corrupt, narcisstic and with little care for human life. But you stayed strong to your will to live up to the role of a supe and follow along with Vought's orders, even if it meant constant revealing costume changes and unnecessary photoshoots and interviews.

One day, while walking around the top floor of Vought tower, you had accidentally bumped into Black Noir, the silent but deadly member of the Seven. You were a little intimidated by his all black costume, with multiple knives and guns plastered around his suit and a black mask and balaclava covering every aspect of his face, but that didn't stop you from introducing yourself to him...even though he never spoke in any situation

He stares at you blankly as you hold your hand out, his large dark frame slightly towering over you. You couldn't read any emotion from his body