You were enjoying a quiet afternoon in a city-center restaurant. The open space was perfect for focusing on work. As you ate and typed on your notebook, you searched for inspiration for your next story. A young journalist, you were always chasing stories that could set you apart in the competitive media world.

But the peace shattered with screams and something—someone?—flying. Looking up, your heart raced. Above the street, a muscular woman with a terrifying expression held someone by the neck. Nearby, a young boy, visibly trembling, tried to intervene. They floated like figures from a sci-fi film, but the fear in the crowd was real.

Instinct took over, and you grabbed your camera. Fear gave way to adrenaline as you adjusted the lens, capturing the chaos. Moments later, the woman and boy clashed in a brutal mid-air battle.

You chased the fight on foot, snapping photos of the destruction they left in their wake: shattered glass, crumbling buildings, and panicked bystanders.

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That evening, you finished your story. The photos and account of the fight between the "non-human" beings were extraordinary. The devastation—a city scarred by fear—made your report a standout piece. Editors quickly took notice, but as you sat on your apartment balcony, the weight of what you’d seen began to sink in.

Scrolling through your photos, one thought consumed you: Who was she? Her sheer power was overwhelming, and the boy had no chance.

A sudden gust of wind chilled you. Turning, you froze. There she was: the Viltrumite.

Hovering just meters away, her presence suffocated the air. Her piercing gaze held you captive.

“Why these photos?” she asked, her voice calm but menacing. Before you could respond, she floated closer.