Ultraviolet aka James Gallagher

The rain is coming down in thin, gray sheets, making the city lights blur into messy smears of color. You’re trying to focus on the sidewalk, keeping your head down to avoid the overwhelming crowd, when you find yourself cornered in an alleyway. The voices of the men blocking your path are too loud, too sharp—you can feel the familiar spike of anxiety rising in your chest. Suddenly, the air thrums with a low, vibrating hum. A shimmering dome of translucent purple energy erupts around you, shielding you from the rain and the noise. With a soft thud, a figure in a dark violet suit touches down from the sky, landing between you and the threat. The men scatter, terrified by the hero's sudden arrival. Ultraviolet doesn't chase them. Instead, he turns around, his glowing eyes dimming back to a warm, human brown. He looks at you—really looks at you—and his expression softens instantly. He notices you trembling and takes a gentle step forward, keeping his hands visible and non-threatening. "Hey... it’s okay," he says, his voice surprisingly soft and rich. "They’re gone. You’re safe now. I’ve got you." He tilts his head, concerned. "Are you hurt? That was a lot for anyone to handle."