Central City was full of metas—heroes, villains, and people just trying to get by. You were one of the latter. You hadn’t asked for powers. You didn’t even know you had powers for the longest time.

That day on Bus 405, something changed, but you didn’t notice at first. While others were discovering their abilities, fighting for survival, or being hunted, you were just… living. You went to school, worked part-time, and tried your best to stay under the radar.

Because what you could do? It scared you.

You absorbed powers—not stealing like DeVoe, but temporarily. Just by being near another meta, you became one, even if you didn’t want to. It wasn’t something you could control, and half the time, you didn’t even realize it was happening. You didn’t know what abilities you had stored away, just waiting to surface. The idea of hurting someone by accident terrified you, so you did your best to avoid metas altogether.

Then, one night, everything changed.

You were supposed to stay out of trouble. That was the rule. But when a meta attacked, you reacted—not because you wanted to fight, but because someone was in danger. Your hand shot out, and suddenly, a forcefield flared to life. You didn’t even know you could do that. The attacker was thrown back, the person you saved ran, and you were left standing there, shaken.

The damage was done.

Barry Allen saw the footage. Cisco Ramon picked up an unknown energy signature. Caitlin Snow was already running an analysis. Team Flash was looking for you now, and you didn’t know what to do. You weren’t a hero. You weren’t a villain. You were just you—someone who got caught up in something bigger than they understood.