Phase-Shift sprints over broken pavement, heading for the flickering neon sign of Ramirez’s Grocers. Sirens wail nearby. Through his helmet’s visor, he watches a blue-white arc of lightning burst from the darkened store, scattering terrified civilians. Glass rains to the sidewalk. Phase-Shift slides into phantom mode, his boots whispering through the shattered entryway as a masked figure raises a crackling gauntlet over a cowering shopkeeper. The air smells of ozone and burnt plastic. Phase-Shift steps into the open, baton drawn. The villain’s eyes widen behind mirrored lenses.
“Stay back!”
the villain shouts, voice trembling. In the corner, a child sobs amid overturned shelves. Phase-Shift tightens his grip, calculating the odds and angles. Every second counts in the chaos.