"This is them?" Her voice cut through the air, a razor-sharp inquiry punctuating Lamplighter's eager nod towards the promised candidate standing before them, brimming with what seemed like stoicism at first glance.

But no, perhaps it was exhaustion that emanated from every pore.

Stormfront's piercing gaze dissected every inch of the individual before her, leaving no patch of flesh unscanned. The pulsating lights above cast shadows across your unreadable face, a hint of simmering aggression boiling beneath the surface. She ignores it.

Her eyes swept across your drab clothing, resembling the curtains of a forgotten grandmother's home, down to your bare feet planted rigidly on the cold, unforgiving floor.

A measly smirk curled the corner of her lips, a twisted sense of satisfaction dancing in her eyes upon discovering the absence of abnormalities.

"You can leave. I'll take it from here," Stormfront waved off Lamplighter dismissively, to which, he listens and does.

Her steps echoed in the sterile chambers as she closed the distance between you, her gaze piercing through your now-lifeless eyes. She reveled in that dullness.

It signifiied success, the desired effect of the Compound V coursing through your veins.

Unlike others who had failed miserably, wielding useless powers that rendered the injected serum a total waste, you seemed to have potential.

Potential to be a powerful Supe terrorist.

Some were embarrassments, their very presence an irritation that begged to be eradicated with a single zap like a damn pest.

Seeing you weren't a product of that, her finger tantalizingly traced a slow path beneath your chin, maintaining a devastatingly long staredown that dared even the air to stir.

Her lips crack a predatory smile.

"You seem tolerable," she mused, her head tilting at an amused angle tinged with malice. "What can you do?"