Early morning in New York—cars rushed past like streams of steel and glass.As the red lights flashed, traffic halted; when green returned, it surged forward again, flowing endlessly toward schools, offices, and crowded intersections.The city awoke, alive with movement and noise.
Inside the Hawk Group's sleek high-rise office, Nathan Hawke sat comfortably in his custom executive chair, sipping milk tea with a calm expression.
Outside the door came a light "ding-dong" sound.
Andrew floated in, refreshed and carefree, and collapsed lazily onto the couch.
"I can only say—" he sighed dreamily, "that was amazing."
He still looked lost in thought, as if savoring some wild indulgence.If Nathan hadn't called him back, Andrew might have gone completely mad.
Morning: sleep, wake, work.Evening: chaos, noise, and pleasure.
There was a "party" last night—a wild one.People danced and drank like there was no tomorrow.
"You're right," Andrew muttered. "I guess I'm a little tired of it."
Nathan just shook his head in silence, sipping his tea again.Young people—reckless, indulgent, chasing pleasure.
That look on Andrew's face reminded Nathan of the night he first summoned him.Tattered clothes. Kneeling in exhaustion.
When Andrew had been summoned, he was covered in wounds.So Nathan asked Wesker to take him to Umbrella Corporation for treatment.
Andrew—A man gifted with great power, but consumed by chaos.
His story was one of transformation:From a quiet, introverted shut-in to a man whose strength eclipsed even his friends.But his arrogance led to his downfall—A lesson that power without discipline only destroys the one who wields it.
When Andrew recovered, the first words out of his mouth were:"I want a woman."
Anyone would do.
It wasn't until today—after Nathan finally lost his patience—that Andrew reluctantly came back.Fortunately, Wesker had already "taught him a lesson."
Now, with wealth and purpose, Andrew had learned to stay put.
"So today's the big day—the summoning?" Andrew asked, flicking his fingers.
A cup of milk tea floated into his hand.He took a sip, grinning.
"I told you, you'd still need me around," he said smugly.
Nathan gave him a calm, unreadable stare.Andrew immediately went quiet, then forced a sheepish smile.
"Fine, fine. I get it. Friends, right? If I step out of line, you'll just punch me again."
Nathan walked to the corner of the room and pointed at the wall.An elevator door appeared.
Andrew followed him down into the underground facility.
The summoning began.A six-pointed star flared with golden light beneath their feet.
Andrew's eyes widened, studying every flicker and symbol.Then—darkness.
"…Is that it?" Andrew frowned.
He wanted to say more, but remembering who his boss was, he stayed silent.
"Where's the person?" he finally asked.
"In front of you," Nathan said casually.
"…In front?" Andrew repeated, confused.
Nathan's calm gaze silenced him.Andrew felt a chill crawl up his spine, as though a serpent was coiling around his body.
"Focus your mind," Nathan instructed. "Use your telekinesis—feel what's wrong."
As he said it, Andrew's mental power spread out across the room.A ripple of distortion appeared.
"There!" Andrew pointed sharply.
A voice echoed from the air."Uh… hello."
"Show yourself," Nathan said coldly.
A shimmer rippled—and a naked man materialized before them.
The Invisible Man.One of the Seven from The Boys.
His power: perfect invisibility.His flaw: perversion and cowardice.
Andrew yelped, "Whoa, man!"
The Invisible Man looked awkward, scratching his head. If it had been a woman, he might have flaunted himself proudly—but Nathan's calm stare reminded him too much of Homelander's fury.
He quickly grabbed a towel and followed them back upstairs.
Dressed in his newly issued uniform, the Invisible Man—real name Alex Hassell—sat stiffly in silence.He stole nervous glances at Andrew… then at Nathan.
"I'm an easy man to get along with," Nathan said lightly.
The Invisible Man flinched, half expecting laser eyes.
"H-hello, boss. I'm the Invisible Man. As the name suggests… I, uh, disappear."
He demonstrated his power—fading, then reappearing—sweating all the while.
Nathan handed him a cup of milk tea."Drink. You'll need it."
"Thank you, boss," he said quickly, sipping respectfully.
"In this world, your name will be Alex Hassell," Nathan continued. "Someone will show you around."
Moments later, a tall, beautiful woman entered.
"Boss, you called?" she asked politely.
"Jenny," Nathan said. "This is Alex—help him get familiar with the place."
"Of course," she smiled. "Come with me, Alex."
"Thank you, boss."
The Invisible Man's eyes gleamed as he watched Jenny's figure—but then a sharp pain stabbed his head.
He looked up—and met Nathan's cold, warning stare.
"Don't touch the company staff," Nathan said evenly. "Anything else—ask Andrew first."
The Invisible Man swallowed hard and nodded quickly, following Jenny out of the office.
Andrew sighed in relief and was about to leave when Nathan's calm voice stopped him.