Among the sea of hopeful faces, one figure stood apart. A fifteen-year-old girl with ashen blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail, crimson eyes scanning the simulated cityscape with an intensity that made the air around her feel charged.

Her training jacket was slightly oversized, the sleeves rolled up to her wrists. She rolled her shoulders, cracking her neck side to side, a habit she'd picked up from somewhere she couldn't quite remember.

Somewhere in the observation deck above, Pro Hero Dynamight leaned against the railing, arms crossed, boredom etched into every line of his scarred face.