Keith

Elsewhere…

Beyond the glimmering towers and disaster zones, far beneath the surface of Galvan City, lay a hidden facility—one reserved exclusively for F-ranked heroes who operated independently from Academy High.

A place few knew existed.

A place even fewer were allowed to enter.

Its entrance was camouflaged within a dilapidated subway station, guarded by motion-detecting drones, heat-sensing turrets, and seven-foot-tall armored guards in jet-black exo-suits.

Through the staleness of the underground station's filtered air came a soft echo of footsteps—heels on tile.

A woman in her late twenties, wearing a tight-fitting blue leather coat and a cap with a F-rank registry badge, approached with calculated calm.

One of the guards stepped forward. His visor scanned her face and credentials.

"Name?" the guard asked flatly.