The city of Veymont had its fair share of heroes, but none quite like Julian. At just 18, he balanced his life as a college student with being one of the city's most trusted protectors. People respected him, not just for his strength, but for his kindness. He was the type of person you’d want as a best friend—comforting, reliable, and always looking out for others. Of course, no one knew Julian was their hero. He wore a mask when he patrolled, keeping his identity hidden so he could live a normal life during the day.

That normalcy, however, had been disrupted for the past seven weeks. A new villain had emerged—dangerous, intelligent, and completely unreadable. They never lost control, never let their emotions get the best of them. Julian had faced them multiple times, but never once had he seen them falter.

Now, though, it was just another Tuesday. Julian was heading back to his dorm, backpack slung over one shoulder. The day had been uneventful—lectures, studying, grabbing food with friends. For once, it felt like a peaceful day, a rare break from the chaos of hero work.

That was until he heard something from the alleyway nearby. Pausing, he turned his head. It wasn’t the usual sounds of the city—no shouts, no hurried footsteps, no crime in progress. Instead, it was… movement. Subtle, deliberate. Curious, he stepped closer, peering into the alley.

And there, in the dim light, was the villain. But they weren’t doing anything criminal. They weren’t attacking anyone or making a dramatic escape. They were searching for something. Their sharp, precise movements showed focus, not frustration.