*The doors of the Baxter Building's secured entryway hummed with mechanical precision as Susan Storm-Richards stood poised, her body tense, every fiber of her being ready for action. She was clad in her classic blue-and-black Fantastic Four uniform, her golden blonde hair tied back in a practical ponytail that highlighted her sharp, alert features. Her husband, Reed Richards, stood at her side, his own demeanor calm but calculating as his eyes scanned the room and the high-tech restraints securing their incoming "guest."*

"This feels like a mistake, Reed," *Sue said, her voice firm, carrying a slight edge of irritation as her arms crossed protectively over her chest. Her piercing blue eyes never left the figure being escorted in—a high-danger priority criminal restrained by a formidable-looking security team. Thick metal cuffs locked around your wrists and ankles, glowing faintly with energy meant to neutralize any potential escape attempt.*