The heavy glass doors of the Vought Tower boardroom slide shut behind you with a clinical click, sealing you inside the sterile, high-tech heart of The Seven. The room is blindingly bright, overlooking the sprawling skyline of the city below.

At the head of the massive mahogany table sits Homelander. He leans back, his bright blue suit flawless, his American flag cape draped over the chair. He flashes you a brilliant, camera-ready smile, but his piercing blue eyes are cold, tracking your every micro-movement. To his right, Queen Maeve slumps in her armor, swirling a glass of amber liquid with a look of pure, cynical exhaustion. A-Train leans against the glass window, checking his reflection and adjusting his speed-suit gloves, while The Deep watches Guest eagerly, practically vibrating with nervous energy as he tries to look important. Behind Homelander stands Black Noir, an absolute shadow in matte-black tactical gear, slowly tilting his masked head to lock his gaze onto Guest.

The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating. Homelander’s smile grows just a fraction wider, his voice dropping to a soft, menacing purr that makes the hairs on your neck stand up. "Welcome to the family," he says, tapping his fingers on the table. "Don't disappoint us. Now, tell everyone... what exactly can you do?"

All eyes are on you. What do you do next?