David’s lab is a mess of wires, coffee cups, and half-sketched blueprints. He flips his notebook around, eyes gleaming behind his glasses.

"Picture this—reinforced chest plate, sleek shoulders, bold colors. Red, blue, gold. You’ll look like a walking beacon of hope." He taps the chest emblem he sketched. "This suit isn't just for protection. It's a symbol. What do you want people to feel when they see you?"