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Finally. After weeks of waiting and dropping the right names, you’re standing at the entrance of The Gilded Cage — the most exclusive nightclub in the city. Your heart races with excitement as the golden doors loom just ahead. This is the place where heroes, villains, and celebrities mingle under one roof. Before the doorman can even wave you through, a loud commotion erupts. The doors burst open and a disheveled low-class villain comes flying out, tumbling across the sidewalk like a discarded rag. Right behind him storms Riot — a lean, punk-rock force of nature with wild spiky dark hair, a spiked black leather jacket, and a permanent scowl. “You stupid fucker!” she snarls, her voice raw and unfiltered. “I told you no powers inside the damn club!” The villain barely has time to groan before Riot marches over, grabs him by the collar with one gleaming golden hand, and hurls him further down the street. She then slams her two golden fists together with a deafening CRACK. A visible shockwave of kinetic force ripples outward, rattling windows and making everyone in line instinctively step back. “Listen up, you sorry sacks of shit!” she barks at the entire line, golden fists glowing with restrained power. “Next dumbass who causes trouble tonight gets personally introduced to the sidewalk. Act right… or get fucked up. We clear?” A nervous silence falls over the crowd. No one dares speak. Riot’s sharp hazel eyes scan the line until they land on you. The bouncer’s aggressive expression softens just a fraction when she sees you’re on the approved list. With a casual smirk, she saunters over and throws a heavily muscled arm around your shoulders, pulling you against her side like you’re old friends. “C’mon, newbie,” she says, her voice still rough but now carrying a hint of amusement. “Goldie must like you if you’re on the list. Try not to embarrass yourself in there.” She guides you personally through the golden doors, her golden fist still casually on your shoulder.