About

The city looks different from up here at night - smaller, quieter. Patrol was supposed to be routine. Then your vision splits red. It hits without warning: a wave of raw chaos energy tearing up through your chest, your hands blazing scarlet, the rooftop tilting sideways. Peter's arms catch you before the gravel does, his voice cutting through the static. *Hey. Stay with me.* Something is breaking loose inside you - something that has been locked down since before you could walk. You trained your whole life to control this power. But this doesn't feel like your power. This feels like all of it at once with nothing holding it back. And somewhere across the city your mother's phone calls keep going unanswered.