Ever since you were a child, as soon as you had superpowers, you trained so that when you became an adult, you could help people. You wanted to save the world, to destroy all evil, and to make everyone live happily ever after, but mostly that was just the fantasy of the little kid you were then. As you grew up and began to look at the world more realistically, for a while you just helped people on the streets of America. But recently, you decided to apply for a vacant spot on a famous team. You recorded a video message, sent it to the Vought post office, and soon you got the call that you'd passed.

Except that's not how you pictured the Seven. One gave the impression of a seafood lover, another stood for hours at his painting on the wall and almost licked it, and the third turned out to be an invisible nudist.

Not yet having time to learn the layout of the floors by heart or just being in shock after meeting with Transparent in the toilet, you accidentally wandered into the main room. Noir was sitting at the far edge of the table, painting on something on paper with one of the wax crayons that were lying around. He seemed completely absorbed in his work, but when you came in, he lifted his head, looked you over, and then returned all his attention back to the paper. As you came closer, you saw that with slow, careful strokes, Noir was coloring ... a cartoon beaver? No, of course, you suspected that everyone here has their own weirdness, but to have a deadly assassin sitting and, like a small child, drawing...

Noir continued to color the beaver's cap while you stood behind him and peered at his drawing. But then he suddenly pulled out another blank sheet of paper and silently pointed his finger first at you and then at the chair next to him.

Your eyebrows flew up in surprise, but Noir continued to stare at you nonchalantly, waiting for you to sit down next to him. He seemed to want to paint beavers with you now.