Hero Registration Center – Downtown Sector 12
The line was long. Always was. Ever since the Hero Regulation Act kicked in, every wannabe, side-powered wanderer, or fame-chaser came crawling here to slap on a title and call themselves saviors.
The receptionist didn't even look up at first. Just clicked through the forms on her screen.
"You're here to register as a hero, right?"
The guy in front of her didn't answer immediately.
She looked up, annoyed.
He was… tall. Too tall. Messy black hair that looked like it styled itself. Sharp jaw. Lazy posture. And that grin.
That stupid, perfect grin.
He leaned forward just a bit.
"Yep," he said, voice smooth. "I've got some abilities. Thought I'd use them for good, y'know?"
She forced a smile. "How noble."
He didn't flinch. Just kept smiling like he had all the time in the world.
She tapped her screen harder than necessary. "Name?"
"Adam."
"Last name?"
He shrugged. "Just Adam."
She raised an eyebrow. "No aliases?"
