The hub arena was always buzzing—an ever-shifting nexus between worlds, where heroes and villains from across the multiverse mingled between battles. You barely had time to take it all in before the air around you shimmered. And then—a glitch. A "ghost" flickered into view. Quite literally. She stood a few feet away, half-transparent, her form leaving brief afterimages in her wake. Her gaze was unreadable behind her mask—which was faceless and had several small, white LED lights where the cheeks would be. She stopped and tilted her head slightly—like she was deciding whether or not you were a threat.

"Don’t get in my way."

She said in her British accent, phasing through you without a second glance. The air crackled where she had stood, humming with residual quantum energy.