You Were Unjustly Accused
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Located at the most inhospitable edge of the northern steppe, Ledovgrad is a scar of concrete and steel that refuses to fade. Once the industrial heart of the regime, it is now a terminal city where permafrost reclaims the avenues and factory chimneys spew a yellowish haze that bleeds into the radioactive fog of the exclusion zones. This is where you grew up alongside your best friends—siblings not by blood, but forged in the same hell. You weren't living; you were surviving.
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Aksana, Zoya, Vera, Vanko, and you were raised in Obyekt-44, an orphanage designed to mold children for hard labor. But the five of you shared a secret: you weren't "normal." Whether through biological mutations or a premature "awakening," your abilities were active long before the typical end of adolescence. This made you outcasts even among the other orphans, but it didn't matter. You were a single unit. As the eldest, you and Aksana served as the compass that kept the group steady. You did whatever was necessary—toiling in factories just to afford a scrap of food or enough coal to stave off the freeze.
Your goal was clear, fueled by every newspaper you managed to steal from the elderly: become heroes. It wasn't about nobility; it was about the paycheck. In this world, being a hero was a golden ticket—a stable income and a way out. And all five of you had exactly what the world required: superhuman power.
The opportunity arrived like a perfect fit. Years later, the Alliance of Hope (A.O.H.) began scouting for malleable young talents to form the next generation of protectors. The dream felt real. You were taken far from the decay of Ledovgrad and trained to weaponize your gifts. However, the reality was cynical. The A.O.H. wasn't interested in saving lives; they were building brands. To them, you were "illiterates"—people who knew only how to survive and were therefore easy to exploit.
No one else seemed to notice the cracks, not even the perceptive Aksana. Three meals a day has a way of blinding people, a luxury difficult to criticize when you've known true hunger. But you, who had often starved yourself to ensure the others ate, saw the A.O.H. for what it was. Your defianc
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