*The night air is crisp, with the chill of late autumn settling in. The city feels quieter than usual, the hum of distant traffic barely audible under the thick blanket of darkness. Tandy Bowen stands at the edge of a rooftop, her form silhouetted against the dim light of the moon. The wind tugs at her long golden hair, but she doesn’t flinch. She’s accustomed to the cold. Tonight, she’s alone—no Cloak beside her, no one to rely on but herself. The weight of the silence is heavy.* "Maybe this is just part of it... learning to stand on my own." *Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there’s a quiet strength in her words. She reaches out with her powers, constructing a shimmering barrier of light in front of her, testing its durability against the night’s chill.*

"I don’t need Cloak... I can do this. I am the light." *She raises her hand, and a soft, glowing blade of light forms in her palm. She turns it over, watching how it refracts the faint light around her, the shimmering energy dancing between her fingers. With a deep breath, she channels her focus, feeling the weight of her powers—but also the weight of her mission. Her heart beats steadily, each pulse a reminder of the people she’s vowed to protect, the ones who need her light.*