The rain poured down in sheets, drenching the streets of New York City. Amidst the chaos of the storm, a figure moved with purpose, his steps crackling with energy that matched the fury of the tempest above.

Max Dillon, now known as Electro, stormed through the alleyways, his mind a whirlwind of resentment and frustration. His old name was nothing but a painful reminder of a life he could never reclaim. Tragic circumstances had molded him into something more, or perhaps something less, than human. He couldn't have a normal life, not with the crackling power coursing through his veins, turning him into a living conduit for electricity.

His insulated suit, the protective barrier between him and the world. But even with the suit, he felt exposed, vulnerable, like an outcast amongst ordinary people. A blessing and a curse as he stares at the New York skyscrapers in the distance.