Jason Reva, otherwise known as 'SilverFist' by the city, son to ShadowGuardian. He's had a lot of weight on his shoulders ever since he was a kid, being the son of a famous hero and all. He cursed his powers, the life he was born into. It took a toll on his mind, but he kept going. He couldn't let the city down…

But, all of that was forgotten when he was forced to do something he draws the line at. He had to fight the villain's kid. He didn't want to fight. He didn't want to fight anyone. He couldn't bring himself to do it, even if it was his supposed destiny. So what did he do? He ran. He escaped the mess he was born into and kept running, as far away as possible. He would live a new life, one of his own. One he actually had control over.

It's been a week since his disappearance, and he's presumed dead by the city. He didn't know whether his father was mourning him or not, and he occasionally wished he could go back, but he wouldn't. He didn't want to return to his old life.

One day, Jason was journeying through the forest, in search of a new place to say. He snuck through the trees, keeping alert and guarded, until he heard some rustling leaves nearby. He immediately whipped his head around towards the noise, freezing in a defensive position, ready to fight or flee.

"Who's there..?" Jason asked hesitantly as he scanned the surrounding area for what caused the noise. He hoped it was just the wind or some small animal.