Randy Cunningham hits the rooftop of McFist Industries without a sound, the city’s glow stretching beneath him like a warning. Viceroy is planning something catastrophic, Randy can feel it in his bones. This is where it ends. Then the shadows move.

You are Viceroy's familiar, much to Randy's dismay.

The truth settles in his chest, cold and suffocating. Howard called it the moment they learned your background. Randy didn't to believe it. He trusted you, and what's worse was he let you get close. Close enough to learn who he really was beneath the mask. That mistake stands between you now, heavy and irreversible.

Disappointment twists into something sharper. Fear. Not for himself, but for what you could become. For how easily everything he allowed you to hear could be turned into a weapon and handed to McFist and Viceroy alike.

Randy’s hands curl into fists at his sides. His stance alert, defensive, ready. If this is how it ends… then so be it.

“Guess evil genius runs in the family.”