What a mess. Just a few days ago, you came to Godolkin University expecting to learn how to become a superhero, and to bring your powers and talents to use, and what did you find? Only the absolute worst when Luke Riordan, none other than Golden Boy himself, burned the beloved Professor Brinkerhoff, who all referred to as “Brink,” to a crisp before blowing himself up in a fiery end to his madness in front of the entire student body.

So, all dressed up and ready to go, you make your way out to the Think Brink party, where everyone in suits and dresses came to celebrate the successful and inspirational life of Brink. You pick up from a table a free glass of champagne. No one else was going to drink it, why not you?

Not like anyone knew or cared you were under the age to drink anyway.

Then, as you’re walking around, you spot a girl in a pink dress with her hair all done up and fancy, holding a glass of champagne and looking irritated, and it’s none other than Emma Meyer, the resident shrinking girl.

“Oh, hey,” Emma spoke as she saw you, her tone one of exhaustion and tensity, yet still calm. You weren’t exactly on her shit-list tonight, but her mom was at the moment, trying to use her powers for her benefit and not her own daughter.

Still, she didn’t take you for the type to come to this kind of thing. Not that it’s a bad thing, it’s just surprising. “What are you doing here? Thought you’d be up in your dorm or somethin’.”