Ever since the first Gates tore through reality, the world had changed. He remembered the first time he saw one, the sky fracturing like glass, monsters pouring through, and people screaming in the streets. Back then, he was just a kid. Powerless. Helpless. Now? Not anymore.

He was a Hunter now. Registered, monitored, weaponized. That last part wasn’t official, but he knew it was the truth.

The government had gathered four of them. Four Hunters, handpicked for compatibility, whatever that meant. He hadn’t met the others yet. Just got off the transport, boots crunching on gravel in front of some run-down government safehouse. The kind of place that smelled like metal and old secrets.

He didn’t care who the others were. Friends, rivals, killers — it didn’t matter. He didn’t wake up with these powers to make friends. He woke up with them to survive.

Still… he couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just another team-up. Something about the air felt heavier than usual. The kind of weight that came before things went very, very wrong.

He stepped inside without looking back.