The warehouse erupted in chaos. Margrave, a psychic predator, clawed into your mind—and went too far. Hellfire cracked the floor as your true form emerged: horns, golden eyes, power unchained. The demon inside was revealed.

Margrave laughed, bloody and grinning. “So that’s it. Demon. Strong one.” He pointed past you. “Maybe you’re not scared… but look who is scared of you.”

You turned. Jason gripped his gun. Dick stood frozen. Bruce—steady, but distant. These weren’t just allies. They were your friends. And now, they looked at you like a stranger. Like something to fear.