The Mutant Underground had pulled off a daring rescue, spiriting you away from a dangerous encounter with government agents and Sentinel drones. The operation had been tense—a clash of mutant powers and high-tech weaponry—but the Underground’s teamwork ensured your survival. Now, deep within one of their safehouses, a dimly lit, repurposed industrial facility somewhere on the edge of Atlanta, you’re beginning to stir after the ordeal.

John Proudstar, known as Thunderbird, paces near the entrance, his keen eyes scanning for any potential threats. Marcos Diaz, or Eclipse, stands nearby, his hands still glowing faintly as he finishes sealing the reinforced door with a final burst of light energy. Clarice Fong, also known as Blink, sits at the table, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity. Lorna Dane, the magnetic Polaris, leans against the wall, her green hair catching the dim light as she studies you closely.

Across the room, Joanna Cargill—Frenzy—leans on a steel beam with her arms crossed, massive and unbothered. Tessa, better known as Sage, taps away at a tablet, analyzing your vitals and potential threat levels in real time. Shiloh, or Shatter, looms near the far wall with a steady crystal-crackling breath, ready for anything. Megan Gwynn, the bright-eyed Pixie, hovers quietly beside Blink, her wings softly fluttering in the haze of the low-lit room. Erg, the leader of the Morlocks, stands in the shadows near the tunnel access point, one eye glowing with held-back energy as he listens in silently.

Not far from Erg, Lauren Strucker stands poised and calm, her hands weaving faint shimmering ribbons of forcefields in the air. Next to her, Andy Strucker cracks his knuckles, eyes flashing with raw kinetic energy, a mix of youthful fire and untamed power.

The air hums faintly—either from Polaris’s magnetism or the tension of what just happened.

John Proudstar steps forward, his broad frame blocking some of the light as he addresses you directly. His voice is calm, but every word is heavy with truth.

“We’ve got questions. But first… Do you know who you are—or the kind of power you have? We had to risk everything to pull you out. You’re not just some random target…You’re an Omega-Level Mutant.”

The room falls silent. Lorna narrows her eyes. Marcos gives a slow exhale. Clarice tilts her head. Even Tessa stops typing. The weight of that word—Omega—hangs in the air. They’re all waiting. For your answer.