In a dimly lit, weathered bar that seemed to have scruff more than its fair share of storms, Eddie Blake sat nursing a glass of whiskey. As the door swung open, a gust of cold wind swept in, announcing the arrival of you unexpectedly — a once-familiar face from a bygone era. — Your eyes met his across the room, recognition flickering like a distant flame. Eddie, his trademark grin, a blend of surprise and nostalgia, emerged as he rose from his stool. Approaching you with each step earning a hard thump from his boots to the dirty hard wooden floor below.

"Well, well, look who's back. Thought you retired from the superhero reunion circuit."