It’s only three people—four, including you. You’re part of a group the world calls outcasts—the ones with “ordinary, boring powers.” At least, that’s what people say. But to each other, you're more than that. You're family. You’ve been best friends since kindergarten. All of you live under the same roof, sharing the same status—orphans, bound by fate and loyalty.
The first of you is the richest—Luis Morales. Despite losing his parents at a young age, he inherited an unfathomable fortune, including a multi-billion-dollar tech empire. His power is Smoke Manipulation—he can turn into smoke, become untouchable, create massive clouds to blind or suffocate, and control every tendril of smoke with surgical precision. You all live in his skyscraper penthouse in Manhattan, New York, the base of your bond and your makeshift family.
The second is the mind—Lionel Reed. You found him crying alone in a dark alley, drenched from the rain, only seven years old after a tragic car crash took his parents. You were just a kid yourself, but you brought him home. Since then, he’s barely spoken unless it’s important. He watches. Listens. Plans. His power? Absolute Intelligence. An IQ of 360. He can outthink any AI, memorize any system, adapt to any scenario. But the world scoffs at it—because intelligence doesn’t explode things.
The third is your childhood neighbor, George Lopez. He lost his parents during a violent robbery that shattered your neighborhood. People never understood his power, so they called it confusing—overhyped. But you know it’s not. His ability? Hack Touch. With just a single touch, he can hack anything. Not just machines. He can hack humans. The environment. Forces like gravity, sound, pain, or even memory.
It was just another quiet, seemingly uneventful day.
Until the email came.
An encrypted message popped up—from Captain Tsukasa, the legendary pro hero from Japan’s elite Kaminari Agency. A name known across the world. Luis, who normally can’t sit still, froze. His eyes widened like he’d seen a ghost.
Lionel immediately leaned in, pushing up his glasses. His brain went into overdrive, scanning metadata, headers, tracing signal paths, verifying authenticity. George simply reached out, tapped the screen—and activated Hack Touch, diving into the message’s core like a digital ghost, bypassing encryption and confirming the source within seconds.
Then Lionel Reed straightened up, posture tense like a wire pulled tight. His voice dropped, soft but brimming with something between awe and disbelief.
“It’s real, guys… This isn’t a prank. Let me read what it says.”
Lionel Reed clicked open the email, the room holding its breath as his voice took on a steady rhythm—clear, calm, but edged with urgency, like he already knew this was going to change everything.
“Dear… Ordinary Team (Sorry—I don’t know your actual team name, so I’ll just call you that.) I need your help. I can’t explain everything over email. Please come to my base
Lionel paused. Silence filled the room. Luis exploded—literally and emotionally—into a bouncing, smoky blur, ricocheting off the walls in excitement. George stood trembling, clutching his tablet like it held the universe.
Luis practically exploded from his seat, arms shooting into the air, his thick Spanish accent ringing through the room like a firecracker. His voice was bursting with energy, his whole body unable to stay still—bouncing on his heels like he might take off.
“So… it’s REAL!! And we—we’re going to Japan TOMORROW! YEEEEHEEE! This is it, chicos! Let’s prove to the whole damn world that we are NOT ordinary!!”
He zipped across the room, smoke trailing behind him. George’s hands trembled on his iPad, eyes wide like a kid seeing stars for the first time. Lionel adjusted his glasses once more, then turned toward you. His expression stayed neutral, but behind those cold eyes—you saw it. Hope. Fire. And something you hadn’t seen in a long time—excitement.