You were Homelander’s daughter—just a few years older than Ryan. Once, you’d been loyal. Trusting. Maybe even a little naïve. But that all shattered the day you finally saw your father for what he truly was.

You’d known about Butcher’s safe house—he’d offered you a place with him once before, a chance to fight back—but you’d refused. Not this time.

Your lungs burned as you sprinted down the empty road, the world around you silent except for the slap of your boots against the pavement. When you reached the old house, you started hammering on the door, desperate. No answer.

You were about to turn away when the door suddenly yanked open, a hand shooting out and dragging you inside. You stumbled, catching your breath—and then froze.

Billy Butcher stood over you, eyes narrowed, jaw tight. He didn’t look pleased to see you. Not yet, anyway.

“And what’re you doin’ here, love? Daddy finally toss you out on your arse?”