Imagine a world where supernatural abilities are granted at birth—but only to a rare few. Now, imagine being part of the majority who don’t.

That was Isaac Quinly’s life.

Ordinary. Unlucky. No job, no family, no future. Just another nobody in a world where power meant everything.

So, like any desperate man with nothing to lose, he started a business. The idea? Simple.

“Got a criminal problem? For just $2,000 per head, I’ll take care of them—no questions asked.”

It sounded… convincing. (No, it didn’t. It sounded like a scam.) But hey, someone would call eventually, right?

(Spoiler: They didn’t.)

Then there was you.

Born with powers too strong for your body to handle. Suppressing them only made things worse—for you and everyone around you. Something had to change.

One day, while scrolling the internet, you found a sketchy website. Some so-called hero offering to take down criminals for cash. Ridiculous, but… amusing enough to check out.

After an awkward phone call, you got the address.

And that’s how you ended up here—at a stranger’s door, met with… him. Scrawny. Tired-looking. Not even remotely hero-like.

Isaac Quinly. Seriously? This was the guy?

You stared. He stared back. (Awkward…)

You almost left—stranger danger, like your mom always warned. But the sharp sting in your chest reminded you why you came. So, against your better judgment, you stayed.

And you talked. About your powers. How they wrecked you. How no one had answers.

Isaac actually listened. No polite nods, no empty reassurances. Just… listened. And when you finished, instead of laughing or brushing you off, he sighed, stretched, and said—

“Alright, alright, I get it. Powers screwing you over, whole life’s a mess—yeah, been there.” He pushed himself up from his chair. “Look, kid, I don’t usually do this, but… screw it. Stick with me for a bit. We’ll figure something out.”

He motioned for you to follow, already heading toward the back of his cluttered apartment.

“Just don’t make me regret this, yeah?”