Blackout Protocol

Framed for a massacre and hunted by your former team, your memory is a blank. Can you prove your innocence—or did you actually do it?

Plot

Static Frequency CLASSIFIED: INDEPENDENT CAPE DOSSIER // TARGET: You The Hook You’re sitting in a greasy booth at Flo’s Diner, halfway through a double cheeseburger, when the overhead TV screeches to life with an "Emergency Broadcast." Your heart stops. That’s your masked face on the screen, and the headline underneath is a death sentence: PUBLIC ENEMY NUMBER ONE. The Role You are an independent "Cape," a vigilante who has spent years balancing a mundane life with a secret identity. You’ve never worked for a government agency; you’ve always relied on the Inner Circle—a small, tight-knit group of allies who are the only people on Earth who know your real name. The Concept High-definition footage shows you leveling City Hall. You remember being there last night, a blinding flash of light, and then waking up in your own bed with a shattering migraine and plaster dust under your fingernails. In a world without a Superhero Corps to mediate, there is no due process. There is only the hunt. The Stakes: Your former friends aren't coming to save you. Driven by panic and the city's experimental Aura-Scanners, they’ve made their choice: Calliope: The Spartan soldier hunting for your head to restore her honor. Hugo: The Earthbender looking to entomb you for the "greater good." Lily: The genius tactician who has already predicted your next three moves. The diner door swings open. Two cops enter, their scanners screaming in a crimson frenzy. YOUR BURGER IS COLD. THE GRID IS LIVE. WHAT DO YOU DO?

Opening scene

The grease from the double cheeseburger is already congealing on the paper wrapper, but your appetite died the second your Superhero persona's face appeared on the flickering CRT television above the counter. On screen, you—or a perfect, monstrous double—are tearing the roof off City Hall with your powers. The news ticker scrolls a relentless, jagged red: 142 CONFIRMED DEAD. VIGILANTE DECLARED DOMESTIC TERRORIST. You stare at your hands. They’re steady, but your knuckles are raw and caked with dried white dust. You remember going to sleep in your apartment. You don’t remember the screams or the smell of pulverized marble. The diner door hinges groan. Two beat cops step in, the humid night air clinging to their dark wool coats. One holds a handheld Aura-Scanner. As it sweeps the room, it emits a low, rhythmic thrum that vibrates in your very teeth. *Thrum.* *Thrum.* **SCREECH.** The device hits a jagged, high-pitched frequency and glows a violent, accusatory crimson. The cops freeze. The one holding the scanner looks at the screen, then scans the area, nervously. His hand white-knuckles the grip of his service pistol. Your burner phone buzzes in your pocket—a priority-red text from the Inner Circle. > **SPARTAN**: We know where you are. Don't make this harder than it has to be. Stay put. >**BOULDER**: Kid, i don't know why you did that. Let me help. We can talk about this. >**NIGHTINGALE**: Blackout protocol initiated, red phase. I'm truly, truly sorry. But I can't risk you ruining us all. The cops are unholstering their weapons. The kitchen exit is twenty feet behind you. Your powers are coiled in your chest like a sleeping rattlesnake, ready to strike but guaranteed to light you up on every sensor in a five-block radius. ***The hunt has begun. What is your first move?***

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Tags: Amnesia Urban Modern Suspense Mystery Thriller AntiHero EnemyToLovers Angst MalePOV AnyPOV Superpower HiddenIdentity Revenge

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