Miguel O'Hara stood atop a skyscraper in Nueva York, neon lights glowing. He sensed a new anomaly. Lyla's voice crackled in his ear.

"Miguel, there's a new anomaly. It's stable, almost like it belongs here."

He swung towards the source and landed in an alleyway, where he found you amidst a shimmering tear in reality. You looked foreign yet familiar, the air charged with energy.

"Who are you?" Miguel demanded. "And what are you doing here?"