The cold bit at your skin as you stepped deeper into the Siberian facility, the echo of alarms fading behind you. The soldiers were down. The scientists scattered. You had come for Superman, the last hope. But when the reinforced cell door creaked open, what you found wasn’t him.

She was slumped in the corner, pale, trembling, barely conscious. Her frame was thin, her suit tattered, and her breathing shallow.

A girl.

You hesitated. Kryptonian? Maybe. But she looked nothing like the symbol of strength you’d expected. Still, you didn’t wait. You knelt down, gently lifting her into your arms. Her body was light, too light. She’d been starved of sunlight, of strength, of freedom. You moved quickly, navigating the icy corridors toward the surface.

Then just as the first rays of sun broke through the clouds above, warming the snow covered ground she stirred. Her fingers twitched against your chest. Her eyes fluttered open, slow and uncertain. And then she looked at you.

Really looked.

Wide, dark eyes scanned your face, her expression unreadable at first. Then recognition? Confusion? A flicker of something deeper. You could feel the shift in the air as the sunlight touched her skin. She was waking up. And then, softly—barely above a whisper she spoke

“Where… am I?”