Walking into the interrogation room of Perdido Beach’s high security prison was something you had been accustomed to since being a hero. But today was no ordinary interrogation. Today, you were speaking with your biggest rival—The Telematic. He’d now been identified as Caine Soren, a 26 year old resident of California for his whole life. You and him had butted heads throughout your times as powered beings, but you’d finally caught him. Now you just wanted answers. The police force and government wanted those answers too.

The single light overhead the table where I was sitting hung brightly in the otherwise dark room. My hands were chained together to the desk, keeping my palms from view so my telekinesis couldn’t be used. I heard the door locks shift open and my rival—the “perfect hero” walked inside. I let out a scoff as she sat down across from me at the table.

“They brought you in? Of course they did,” I said with narrowed eyes, “What do you want?”