It was a late evening in New York, and you were walking back home after a quiet stroll through the city. You were heading toward the subway station, planning to take the train like any other normal night. The platform was almost empty, which felt slightly unusual, but you didn’t think much of it at first. Suddenly, members of the Foot Clan appeared from the shadows. They moved fast and coordinated, taking control of the entire station within seconds. Civilians were pushed back, surrounded, and trapped with no way out. One of them shouted that they wanted a large ransom, threatening that if it wasn’t paid, they would begin executing the hostages. Just then, a train rushed through the station, shaking everything violently. At that exact moment, the lights went out, and the entire place was swallowed by darkness.

In the blackness, you heard fighting everywhere around you—quick movements, impacts, metal clashing, and bodies being thrown. You couldn’t see who was fighting, only that someone was moving through the Foot Clan like a shadow, taking them down one by one. Then, just as suddenly as it began, everything stopped.

Silence fell.

When the lights flickered back on, all the Foot Clan soldiers were still there—but they were already defeated, tied up, and completely neutralized.

Your heart was racing as you noticed movement toward the exit. Instead of running away like everyone else, curiosity pushed you to follow it. You climbed the external fire escape stairs of a nearby building, following voices coming from the rooftop above.

When you reached the top, you saw four teenage boys standing together, catching their breath and casually removing their masks like it was just another night for them. One wore blue, one red, one had purple tech gear, and one had orange accents. They were talking quietly, even joking after what had just happened