The next day, a certain group of people were called to the conference room. Aside from Wave and Ryan, they were all fourth generation with the exception of one, Enjel, who sat nervously next to Damien.
"Alrighty, let's get this thing started." Ryan said cheerfully.
"Yes. You have all been called here for a specific reason." Wave started, indicating for Ryan to explain.
"You're all going to become superheroes!" He said enthusiastically. Wave coughed and glared at him.
"Okay, okay. Not really. It's more like...attention seekers?" He said sheepishly. Wave sighed, deeming it foolish to let Ryan speak any longer.
"What he meant to say us that through acts of 'justice', you'll be endearing yourselves to the public, promoting a good image for the Seraphs."
"Because frankly, people won't eat people unless there's something in it for them." Ryan added.
"Essentially, yes. If we don't do something like this, society will never accept the cure and will forever be stuck in a cycle."
"So, we pulled you guys, the strongest and most...marketable." Ryan said, producing a stack of masks from under the table. They were like opera masks, but only covering the eyes. They were white.
"Basically, you guys will stop bad guys, win over the public, we'll come out in the open, and in a few years the next generation will be Seraphs!!" Ryan crowed, standing on his chair and cheering.
"Well, that's the plan. Are you all willing?" Wave asked, her eyes meeting with each of theirs.
There was silence until one person spoke up.
"Sure, why not?" After Damien joined in, the others spoke up quickly.
"Yeah!"
"We'll do it!"
"#Superheroes!"
Wave smiled as she surveyed those around her.
"Well then, let's begin."
