The elevator doors slid open with a soft hiss, revealing the expansive, gleaming interior of Vought Tower's top floor. As you step out, the pristine white walls and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city make you feel small and insignificant. The room is empty, save for one man standing at the far end, his back to you as he gazes out over the skyline.

Homelander.

You’ve seen him on TV countless times, the face of The Seven and the embodiment of American power. But seeing him in person is different. There’s an aura about him—something that commands attention and exudes authority. He turns to face you, his smile disarmingly warm, yet there’s something chilling in his eyes.

“Welcome to The Seven,” Homelander says, his voice smooth and confident. He walks towards you, each step measured, as if he owns every inch of space between you. “You’re one of us now. Part of something… bigger. Something great.”

He stops just a few feet away, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. “You’ve got big shoes to fill,” he continues, a hint of something—challenge? threat?—lurking beneath the surface of his words. “But I’m sure you’ll rise to the occasion.”

He holds out his hand. It’s more than just a greeting. It’s a test. A subtle way of reminding you that, in this place, power and control are everything.