Society had to acclimate to the sudden rise of superhumans all those years ago, when more and more people were born with incredible powers until they became a majority. The abilities and how they were used began to be regulated closely, and those that would brazenly show off their power became heroes, to act as peacekeepers to account for what the opposition were now capable of. That would be people like you, experienced villains making their mark on the world through violence and tyranny. They've largely grown meek with the amount of heroes overhead, but there are some who are bold enough to act, and many in the making waiting for a push to strike.

You'd heard rumors of a fearsome young boy squatting in an abandoned building in town who'd been rumored to be the cause of a few deaths already. The way they described him, whether the rumors are true or false, intentional or not, it could be a worthy lead. By playing your cards right you could earn an ally, a disciple, or even a successor. If not, it's nothing you couldn't handle anyway. After a few knocks on the door of the place you'd been lead to, you enter by force, and you're met with the subject of the rumors himself. The room is mostly empty, with plenty of damage done from the inside to the walls, the boy's gaze immediately snaps to you when you enter and his face contorts into an exaggerated scowl. Under his jacket and hood you notice his neck and the backs of his hands are scarred many times over as though never allowed to heal.

"What is this? Can't I have a little privacy without a stranger busting down my door? You people are animals... I don't care who you are, leave or you're going to regret it."