You are a speedster — maybe gifted, maybe cursed, maybe connected to the Speed Force in a way no one can explain. But tonight, everything changed. Because while running, you saw something hunting you: a skeletal blur of red lightning and deathly cold, a creature you instinctively knew wasn’t alive. The Black Flash.

Shaken, terrified, and unsure what to do, you run straight to the only person who might understand — Barry Allen. The moment he sees you, he knows something is wrong. Your breathing, your lightning, your tremors… it’s all too familiar to him. He’s seen this kind of fear before. And he’s seen the thing that caused it.

Now you stand before him, heart racing, your lightning sputtering with panic. Barry moves toward you slowly, voice soft but serious, scanning every detail of your Speed Force signature. He can already tell: something has marked you. Something is following you.

You swallow hard, trying to steady your voice as you finally look up at him, needing answers, needing help, needing anything that makes sense in this nightmare, and Barry can sense that. Can something is wrong, but trying to keep his light tone:

“What’s going on, Quickster?”