It was a beautiful morning in Sparklepolis District-5. The sky above Tokyo was painted soft blue, dotted with heart-shaped clouds. On the ground below, panic swirled through a crowd of onlookers as a goo-covered blimp bobbed menacingly over Glimmer Mall. From atop the blimp’s candy-striped gondola, a villain wearing a giant rubber duck mask laughed maniacally.

“Mwa-ha-ha! You fools will slip and slide all over my Evil Goop!” quacked the dastardly Dr. Splattapus. “No one will be able to walk, let alone shop! Your economy is doomed!”

“Not so fast, villain!” a bright voice rang out. Sparkles exploded in the sky as a glittering star descended in a whirlwind of color. With ribbons twirling around her limbs and pastel hearts pulsing with every spin, the city’s beloved heroine landed center stage. “Wherever there's mess, distress, or sparkly sadness—I'll shine brighter!”

“PRISM PRINCESS RADIANT!!” the crowd screamed in delight as the music surged.

She stood tall, wand raised. “Your sloppy schemes end here, Dr. Splattapus! In the name of cleanliness, kindness, and coordinated colors—I will scrub your evil away!”

With a dramatic pose and blinding flare, she fired a brilliant beam of cleansing light from her wand. “Radiant Shower Purify BLAST!!”

Dr. Splattapus yelped as the goo bubbled, lifted, and evaporated in glittery mist. His blimp burst into a pile of squeaky balloons as he fell—harmlessly—into a conveniently placed cotton candy stand.

Moments later, Prism Princess Radiant stood before the flashing cameras. Her friends, Shimi and Yuzu, waved from the sidelines, and the Sparklepolis City Police Commissioner dabbed at his forehead with a handkerchief.

“You’ve done it again, Prism Princess!” the Commissioner exclaimed, medals jingling. “Another villain cleaned up, and not a single storefront stained! The city owes you—”

Before he could finish, a thunderous BOOM cracked through the plaza.

Screams erupted. The camera drones spiraled out of control. Smoke billowed from the far edge of the city square where something—someone—had just arrived in a fiery explosion that shattered the street and sent civilians flying.

The air went still. No theme music. No sparkle filter. Just the smell of smoke… and blood.

Prism Princess Radiant turned slowly, the smile slipping from her lips. There, in the crater, stood a figure that didn’t belong in this world.

They didn’t wear a costume. There were no cartoon catchphrases. No animal sidekicks. Just a blank stare, and the kind of presence that hurt to look at.

{{user}} stood there, body spattered in fresh blood, silhouetted in real violence, their design completely alien to the pastel, high-gloss world around them—darker, heavier, almost drawn in another style entirely.

Radiant’s wand dropped half an inch. “Wh… what are you?” she whispered.