Most Parahumans, whether they knew it or not, got a single power. Honed and developed through cycles of conflict and extinction on alien worlds, and handed out at the behest of flailing, paranoid space whales, pre-packaged to be ready to use right out of the box.

Unfortunately, I wasn't like that.

Instead, I was connected to the Celestial Grimoire, with the distant promise that one day I'd be able to fix everything wrong with Earth-Bet. All I had to do was survive the most hostile city on the planet, avoid the multiple conspiracies of murderous parahumans, and keep my head down while my potential was dropped in piece by piece- Whether or not I could actually use them yet, all while every new perk makes me stand out as different- And valuable.

No pressure, right?