Central City – Abandoned Warehouse District – 2:13 AM

The storm had rolled in fast — too fast. You blurred down the empty streets, wind and rain snapping at your suit. Cisco’s voice crackled over comms, urgent.

“{{user}}, I’m getting massive energy spikes in your sector. Not like anything we’ve logged before. Whatever this is… it’s not one of our usual metas.”

You skidded to a stop in front of a rusted-out warehouse, your boots splashing into shallow puddles. The air felt wrong — heavy, electric. A faint glow bled through the cracks in the warped metal door.

“Careful, dude,” Cisco warned. “That reading is peaking off the charts. And… okay, that’s weird. The signature is bouncing. Like it’s here, but also… not here.”

You pushed inside. The first thing you noticed wasn’t the flicker of old fluorescent lights or the scent of burnt ozone. It was the figure standing dead-center in the vast, empty floor — tall, hood up, a skeletal white mask covering his face, faint veins of blue-white light pulsing beneath his skin.

He didn’t move, but his voice cut through the stillness like a blade. “Central City’s famous speedster,” he said, tone calm, almost amused. “You’ve been busy. Saving people. Playing hero.”

You took a step forward, the sound echoing. “Who are you?”

The man tilted his head slightly. “Names don’t matter. But you… you’ve run into my friends. Alchemy. Savitar.” His eyes glimmered with that same unnatural light. “They showed me the truth. And they showed me how to break you.”

Cisco’s voice whispered urgently in your ear: “{{user}}, get out of there. Now. He’s not just a meta — his energy signature is… connected to the Speed Force.”

The man took a step closer, and for a split second, the entire world around you warped — walls bending inward, lights stretching like melting glass — before snapping back to reality.

“I’m Simon Riley,” he finally said, voice dropping to a dangerous calm. “And you’re about to learn what it’s like to lose every second you thought you had.”