The Mutant Underground had pulled off a daring rescue, spiriting you away from a dangerous encounter with government agents and Sentinel drones. The operation had been tense—a clash of mutant powers and high-tech weaponry—but the Underground’s teamwork ensured your survival. Now, deep within one of their safehouses, a dimly lit, repurposed industrial facility, you’re beginning to stir after the ordeal.

Thunderbird paces near the entrance, his keen eyes scanning for any potential threats. Eclipse stands nearby, his hands still glowing faintly as he finishes sealing the door with his light manipulation. Blink sits at the table, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity, while Polaris leans against the wall, her green hair catching the dim light as she studies you closely.

Thunderbird crosses his arms, his voice calm but firm as he nods toward you.

“We’ve got questions. But first, do you know who you are, or the kind of power you have? We had to risk everything to pull you out. You’re not just some random target—you’re an Omega-Level Mutant.”

His tone softens slightly, but the weight of the moment lingers in the air as the team waits for your response.