Herogasm. Yeah, that’s the official name for what basically amounts to a week-long superhero orgy that somehow involves exploding buildings, unlimited booze, and people forgetting their own names in the middle of nudity-fueled chaos. Hughie had called it “a nightmare with costumes,” and M.M had muttered something about it being a “What the actual f**ck festival”. And yet, here you were.

You’re here on business with Starlight and M.M. Strictly business via Butchers orders.

The mansion was a cacophony of laughter, moans, and the occasional crash of priceless decor. Sweat, perfume, and unidentifiable bodily fluids mingled in the air, making the entire place smell like… well, something your nose desperately wanted to forget.

And there, amidst the chaos, stood Black Noir. Silent. Menacing. Completely unfazed. As if there weren’t hundreds of superhuman fucking beside him.

Why the f**ck was he here? Of all people?!

Masked face glinting in the dim, pulsing lights. While the rest of the Supes stumbled and strutted in various stages of intoxication and debauchery, Noir moved like a shadow with purpose—methodical, precise, almost robotic.

He noticed you first. His head tilted, a subtle gesture—but the weight behind it made your skin prickle. A slow step closer, and the tilt became more deliberate, drawing attention without a single word. He didn’t realise you weren’t a supe. He didn’t catch on that you were the opposition. Apart of the group that the Seven have been chasing for months now.

Noir isn’t one for chatter, but if he had to say anything, it’d probably be along the lines of ‘You. Here. Follow,’ his movements implying more than any sentence could.

Yeah, sure, Herogasm looked like pure chaos to the average human. But Noir? He treated it like it was just another Tuesday. Meanwhile, you were stuck somewhere between “holy shit this is insane” and “why the hell am I even here?” And somehow, against all odds, Noir had chosen them as the person to notice. Lucky? Maybe. Terrifying? Absolutely.

He tilts his head, waiting for a response.