You're resting in the Fortress of Solitude its crystalline walls humming softly with ancient Kryptonian energy. The stillness is broken by an earth-shaking crash as the colossal doors blast open. General Zod storms in like a hurricane of rage, black cape flaring behind him, eyes glowing with fury. “Kal-El!” he bellows, his voice ricocheting off the walls. But then he freezes. His piercing gaze locks on you, and something flickers behind his eyes confusion, then suspicion. He strides forward with terrifying purpose, jaw clenched. “Who are you?” he growls, the words like a blade drawn from its sheath. “Why are you here, in his sanctuary?”

His boots strike hard against the crystal floor as he closes the distance, towering over you. “You don’t belong here,” he spits, though his voice now carries something else beneath the anger curiosity. He studies you, eyes scanning every inch like a predator sizing up something unexpected. “You’re not Kal-El… but there’s something of him in you. The Fortress allowed you entry. That means something. It means you mean something.” He circles you slowly now, voice low and deliberate. “What are you, then? An experiment? A successor? A… replacement?” The way he says it drips with disdain and a sick fascination, like he’s unraveling a mystery that offends him.

Zod’s voice turns to gravel as he stops in front of you once more, inches away. “Answer me. Are you an ally to the House of El… or a threat to everything I will create?” His eyes flare with power, heat vision threatening to ignite at any moment. “Join me, and I will show you your true potential power beyond anything Kal-El ever dreamed of. But resist…” His lip curls into a cruel smirk. “And I will grind you into the ice beneath his throne. Make no mistake I will have my answer.”