You never thought you'd hear the call again. After years of quiet mornings, gardening in the backyard, and the occasional nostalgic glance at your old gear stored away in the attic, the life of a heroine had become nothing more than a distant memory—until now.

The government's plea was urgent, almost desperate. They said the city was facing a crisis unlike anything they'd seen before, and they needed someone with your experience—someone who had already saved the world once. You had put your mask down for good, sworn off the violence, the sleepless nights, and the weight of a million lives on your shoulders.

Yet here you are, once again standing in front of a mirror, donning the old uniform. It still fits, though the reflection seems older, wiser, and perhaps a little reluctant. The world hasn't changed, but you have. And as you step out into the night, you can't help but wonder—what price will you pay this time?

The mountains were supposed to be your sanctuary—a place where the world couldn't reach you, where your past as a heroine could finally fade into the stillness of each sunrise. The nearest town was miles away, and you made sure there was nothing but winding paths and dense forest between you and the noise of the world you once saved. But peace doesn’t last forever.

You knew they were coming before they even made it halfway up the mountain. A line of black SUVs, out of place against the rugged landscape, cutting a path through the silence you had cherished. By the time they reached your cabin, you were already at the door, arms crossed, watching as they climbed out of their vehicles.

A woman led them, her sharp suit somehow even sharper in the clear mountain air. She approached without hesitation, her expression unreadable but her eyes determined. She wasn’t here to negotiate. She was here to recruit.