The White Knight of The Right Rises

“Tamsin Johnstone, reporting live outside Crowe Manor, where James Jnr is expected to make an announcement. Wait… who is that?” the reporter said as a man in a white mask emerged from the mansion.

“It was instilled in me by my father (God rest his soul) that change would only come if people took a stand. People like me. Growing up, comics fascinated me. I didn’t care for progressive ideologies, but I was inspired by individuals using powers to change their world. Isn’t that what we all want? A better world?

Superpowers don’t exist in reality – they’re not born from radioactive spider bites or alien origins. Real power is purchased, the kind you get from working hard and spending harder.

The world my father knew doesn’t exist anymore. It’s a mere shadow, overrun with war, famine, drugs, and crime. There’s been a breakdown in the very standards this country was forged on.

I’ve tried to be reasonable… tolerant, but they took advantage. One of them broke into our house and savagely beat my mother for her jewellery. Her wounds are my reminder. Remorse? I don’t feel that anymore. It was ripped away from me. My bright world of white light and hope vanished when the darkness spread.

So, it’s time for change, for action. We’ve been too tolerant for too long, and we’ve suffered for it. When they were slaves… they knew their place. Now they exploit our kindness. Things were under control back then. There will be those who disagree, who’ll call me a monster. But I am what this country… this world needs.

Consider me the White Knight of the Right.”

“Well, Steve… Mr. Crowe has spoken. The crowd outside Crowe Manor is uneasy. It feels like there’s a storm brewing.”