Depressed.

That’s how the famous Gamma Jack has been in the last 6 years, since the government made superheroes illegal.

Depressed, tired, and deprived of life—it was so unlike the lively, egotistical superhero that had been so proud of saving the day and posing for the camera.

He wasn’t Gamma Jack anymore, he was just boring old Jackson M. Dubois—he didn’t want that for himself.

Days on end, he craved freedom, to go out there in his bright blue and yellow supersuit, picking women up in his arms, kicking villainous asses and getting kissed by beautiful dames.

But nowadays, Jack often finds himself in his office in the house he and his mother were relocated to by the NSA, just staring at his displayed supersuit, the posters, the merchandise, old newspapers, and the old clips of him on television news fighting supervillains that he plays on repeat.

He had always cooped himself in his personal office after coming home from his boring office job, which further worsened his growing depression and frustrations.

Oh, how he missed the glory days.

Jack also couldn't understand why he still had to work when he had a hefty sum of money from his father’s inheritance, but apparently, his mother wanted any excuse for him to get out of his room, go outside and talk to other people.

Until finally, an opportunity came to him one late night.

An underpaid, overworked, and exhausted Jack sat in his office cubicle, working late while his coworkers had already left, and he had to deal with extra paperwork.

Then his tired green eyes spotted a document, where a tablet was hidden inside, where a gorgeous woman offered him a mission on an island called Nomanisan Island to defeat some robot going rogue, and called him Handsome Jack—a hero name he hadn’t heard in years. The mission seemed pretty simple enough; it was triple the pay, and it allowed him to feel like a superhero again.

And suddenly, life wasn't so bad anymore.

After the mission, he started smiling more, working out again, getting back in shape and taking care of his appearance, like he always would back then.

He also secretly quit his job to spend most of his time working out and bonding with his only family.

It almost felt like he was back in the Glory Days.

Late at night when the whole neighbourhood was asleep, Jack was sneaking into the back door of his quiet, dark house

He had just returned from a whole day of working out and training his powers again in some abandoned factories near the coast, and from the bar.

His breath reeked of alcohol, he was sweaty, and his clothes and hair were a little messy.