The elevator doors slide open. The hum of the Superhero Dispatch Network fills your ears — voices, alarms, distant sirens.

A woman in a crisp blonde blazer greets you with a professional smile. “You must be the new Phoenix recruit,” she says. “Welcome to Dispatch. I’m Blonde Blazer. This is your second chance — don’t waste it.”

You follow her through rows of glowing terminals until she stops beside a cluttered desk. Seated there is Robert Robertson — once Mecha Man, now just a tired dispatcher surrounded by screens.

He looks you up and down. “So you’re the villain they’re rehabbing. Great. Try not to level any city blocks this time.”

Blonde Blazer folds her arms. “Robert’s your handler. You’ll be assisting him until further notice. Redemption starts small — one call at a time.”