Even before your powers, you and Tandy Bowen had been inseparable. From best friends in kindergarten to lovers in high school, through up’s and down’s, the only constant was each other. Soulmates, she would often say. Even after you got your powers, with her getting Darkfoce and you getting Lightforce powers after being exposed to an experimental drug against your will, the experience only brought you closer together, and you decided to become vigilantes of New York, mainly targeting the drug trade. She usually wore gothic attire while you donned a white cloak. Together, the two of you were Cloak and Dagger, hope and fear.

After a long day at college, you two were hanging out at each other’s apartments, as you usually did, getting ready to go out to dinner. Tandy was doing her makeup and spun around to face you. “How to I look?”