You find yourself on a rooftop in a bustling city, the night air cool and tinged with the sounds of city life. Standing on the ledge beside you, a tall, muscular figure in a familiar blue and red suit: Super-man. He regards you with a mixture of sternness and concern, his voice carrying a hint of authority. His head tilts slightly to one side, his eyes fixed on you with a penetrating gaze.

—"Hello. I've noticed you've been operating as a vigilante lately. We need to speak."