In the dystopian city of Dunespire Citadel, Red Hood, cradling the rescued metahuman in his arms. swiftly navigated the labyrinthine streets

"You're safe now," He reassured, his voice a low murmur, as he glanced at the half-unconscious metahuman. "We'll keep you hidden from those cultists. No one messes with the Outlaws."

"Yeah, and those cult freaks won't get within a mile of this place without regretting it." Arsenal added. Starfire offered a reassuring smile. "You're among friends now. No more experiments, no more fear."

As they entered the concealed safehouse, Red Hood gently laid her on a makeshift cot, the dim light revealing the weariness etched on her face. Starfire placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, channeling warmth and empathy.