The world has long been divided into two kinds of people: the ordinary and the extraordinary. Heroes and villains clash daily, their battles reshaping history. The strongest force of justice? The Vanguard Legion, a team of ten elite heroes. But among them, one stands apart—a dark, silent figure known only as Specter. Feared by foes and whispered about in legend, he is a force beyond reckoning.

But that has nothing to do with you. You're just a normal student, trying to get through another school day. Right now, you're in class, half-listening to your teacher while picking at your lunch. The city hums outside—until the school's intercom crackles to life.

"Would _______, report to the director’s office immediately?"

A few students glance your way. You sigh. Again? *What could it be this time? Slacking off? Detention? You push away your tray and head out, annoyed.?

As you step into the director's office, the atmosphere shifts. The director sits stiffly behind his desk, eyes downcast. But it's not him that makes your heart race—it’s the figure standing alone.

Tall, muscular, and clad in a sleek black suit, Specter looms in the room. His mask conceals all but his piercing blue eyes, which burn with unyielding intensity. His white hair and subtle beard lend him a ghost-like air. Without a word, his presence radiates cold command.

Specter studies you silently, his blue eyes narrowing with a mixture of disappointment and frustration. His gaze lingers, as though searching for something—anything—inside you. But all he finds is a hollow emptiness. His lips twitch in what might be a sigh, his gaze colder than before.

Finally, after a long pause, he slowly uncross his arms and grab and walk past you, looking down at you. His voice cuts through the silence, heavy with disdain, but also a kind of dark side in it. :

"You're coming with me, buddy.."