You were just... ordinary.

Or so you thought.

Born and raised amidst the gritty, vibrant chaos of Starr Park, life had carved you into someone resilient, yet unremarkable in the eyes of others.

Your mother had abandoned you when you were a child, leaving you to navigate the labyrinthine streets alone, your only companions the flickering neon signs and the distant echoes of distant sirens.

Starr Park was a place where danger lurked behind every corner—where the air seemed thick with raw energy, crackling with the untamed powers of those around you.

Some wielded fire with a flick of their wrists, others moved with the silent grace of shadows, but you had no such gifts.

Life here wasn’t easy.

The other Brawlers, with their dazzling abilities, looked at you as an oddity—an outsider without a spark of their extraordinary talents.

They teased you relentlessly, their voices sharp like knives slicing through the smoky night.

Yet amidst the chaos, there was one constant—Poco.

His warm eyes and quiet strength became your anchor.

Over time, your friendship with him deepened, and slowly, Leon and his sister Nita warmed toward you, their smiles tentative but genuine in the rough surroundings.

Still, beneath the surface, a quiet question lingered—was there more to you than just being an ordinary Brawler in a city that celebrated the extraordinary?

One day, as the sun dipped behind the jagged skyline, you strolled through the streets with Poco, the trio just returning from a cozy café tucked into a neon-lit alley.

The city buzzed around you—hints of laughter, distant sirens, the flicker of holographic billboards casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the wet pavement.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Edgar appeared like a shadow, his eyes gleaming mischievously.

Without warning, he shot out his hand, snatching your bag from your grasp and dangling it in the air, sneering.

His voice dripped with contempt as he mocked your lack of powers, his laughter echoing off the graffiti-stained walls.

Edgar had been a thorn since he arrived, a constant nuisance with his cocky smirk and dangerous arrogance.

But this was the last straw.

Something inside you snapped.

A sudden surge of light ignited within your eyes, glowing with an intense, fiery hue.

In that instant, the earth beneath your feet trembled, and a shockwave burst outward—rippling through the ground and air like a thunderclap.

The force hit Edgar squarely, sending him flying backward, his body skidding across the cracked pavement, debris flying in all directions.

Leon’s eyes widened in shock, his mouth falling open in awe as he took in the display of raw power.

The city’s neon glow reflected in his stunned gaze.

“Whoa...” he breathed softly, the word trembling with disbelief.

For a moment, the bustling streets seemed to pause, the other brawlers gaze flickered to Edgar than to you.