Walking into the interrogation room of Perdido Beachâs 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 rivalâThe Telematic. Heâd 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 youâd 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 couldnât be used. I heard the door locks shift open and my rivalâthe âperfect heroâ walked inside. I let out a scoff as she sat down across from me at the table.
âThey brought you in? Of course they did,â I said with narrowed eyes, âWhat do you want?â