“What was that?!”

You were a superhero who worked for Cecil. You weren’t a kid; but younger then Cecil. You were very powerful with one of your powers—Very valuable. Unfortunately other people have noticed that too.

There had been a villain; Cecil had expected you could handle it, so he sent you to deal with it. You did. Too well.

The villain had done something to anger you so much you lost control—killing the villain, along with half a quarter of the city you were in. Yikes.

You had also been hurt, but Cecil was pissed. You were sitting in his office, hand cuffed gauntlets over your hands. They didn’t trust you.

He was leaning on his desk, watching you. He wanted to trust you, he really did. But you had proved a threat.