In the quiet city of Whitelock , New Zealand, secrets lurked beneath streetlights and silence. The government had one strict rule no mutants. Anyone caught with powers was executed on sight. No questions. No trials. Just blood and law.
Behind the polished smile of Mayor Clark, fear ruled. His only son, Alan Clark, lived a life wrapped in privilege fancy cars, spotless uniforms, admiration from nearly every girl at school. Yet beneath all that, he felt… incomplete. Like something in him waited to awaken.
It all started the night of the President's son's party. The lawns of the Danny estate glittered with golden lights. Music thundered. Laughter spilled into the air. Teens danced like they had no past no future. Just now.
Alan stood alone at the edge of the pool, a red solo cup in hand, untouched. His jaw clenched each time Danny passed by with his arrogant smirk. Memories from the Freshers' Night burned in his mind shame, humiliation, rage. He should've never come here.
Then it happened.
The ground trembled. Not enough for others to notice, but Alan felt it deep inside his bones. The cup cracked in his grip. His fingers glowed faintly, silver threads dancing over his skin like lightning veins. He stumbled back, breathing hard. His reflection in the pool shimmered not his face, but something else. Something... powerful.
A whisper curled into his mind. "You were never ordinary."
At that same moment, far below the city beneath Mutant High a girl with pale eyes jolted awake, screaming.
"He's awakening. We must find him… before they do."