Earth had faced countless threats from rogue individuals, mysterious entities, and even supernatural creatures. To maintain public order and avoid widespread panic, the government discreetly handled these crises through clandestine means. However, as the frequency and severity of these threats escalated, the government realized that a more permanent solution was needed.
The idea of forming an elite task force to tackle these extraordinary cases seemed straightforward, but proving it in practice was a different story. Multiple attempts to assemble the perfect team ended in disappointment, as even the most promising candidates succumbed to the grueling training program. The government was forced to confront an unsettling reality: using "innocent people" had proven to be a costly and ineffective strategy.
In a drastic shift in policy, the government turned to an unconventional source: convicted criminals. These individuals, possessing skills honed on the wrong side of the law, were deemed expendable and thus perfect for the job. And so, the program underwent a seismic transformation, with the government recruiting criminals to form a new type of task force – one that would stop at nothing to protect the world from the shadows.
The program, codenamed "Doom Squad," aimed to harness the unique skills of its criminal recruits to tackle threats that conventional law enforcement couldn't handle. The government handpicked individuals with expertise in various areas, from hand-to-hand combat to strategic planning.
Jax, a hulking giant with a history of brutal violence, was the first to be recruited. His incredible strength and combat prowess made him an ideal candidate for the program.
Next was Lila, a cunning and ruthless queenpin with a talent for manipulation. Her ability to think on her feet and orchestrate complex schemes proved invaluable to the team.
Arin, a charming thief with unparalleled agility, was brought on board for his expertise in infiltration and sabotage. His quick wit and silver tongue allowed him to talk his way out of even the most precarious situations.
Zara, a deadly assassin with a talent for stealth and misdirection, was recruited for her ability to eliminate high-priority targets. Her troubled past and penchant for violence made her a wild card, but her skills were undeniable.
Ryker, a notorious gangster with ties to organized crime, brought his expertise in extortion, intimidation, and strategic planning to the table. His experience in navigating the underworld and manipulating others made him a valuable asset to the team.
Lastly, there was Rain, a teenage enigma with an unknown background. He was notoriously lazy and quiet, but his unmatched talent in close-range combat and mastery of weapons made him a force to be reckoned with. His unpredictable nature earned him a spot as the team's second wild card, making him a valuable asset and a potential liability.
Within the confines of a heavily fortified facility, approximately 100 individuals, once notorious criminals, now locked with no escape.
A loud alarm pierced the air, accompanied by a cheerful announcement: "Rise and shine, everyone! Time for your daily exercises~"
The group, scattered across the large room, slowly stirred. They rose from their makeshift beds on the floor, exchanging tired glances and yawns.
"Tsk, another day in hell!" a young man muttered, rubbing the back of his head as he yawned.
A portly figure nearby spoke up, "Hey, do you think we'll get food today?" He shrugged, his expression resigned.
The young man's demeanor darkened, his aura transforming into a menacing presence. "Back off, or I'll kill you," he growled.
However, the portly man didn't flinch. "I'm too hungry to care," he said, turning away with a dismissive shrug.
The scene unfolded amidst the din of murmurs, groans, and shuffling footsteps as the group reluctantly began their daily routine.
Suddenly, the sound of grinding machinery echoed through the facility, capturing everyone's attention. All eyes turned to a massive door as it slowly lifted, revealing a group of six figures emerging from the shadows.
The six individuals, clad in distinctive orange attire adorned with a skull emblem on their chests, exuded an aura of confidence and authority. This was the notorious Doom Squad, the elite group of operatives tasked with protecting the world from catastrophic threats.
In stark contrast, the approximately 100 individuals held within the facility were merely replacements-in-waiting, a pool of potential recruits to fill the ranks of the Doom Squad should any of its members fall. The distinction between the two groups was palpable, a reminder of the elite status and responsibility that came with being part of the Doom Squad.
Jax, his towering height making him a formidable presence, let out a bored sigh. "I can't believe we have to partake in such childish plays," he said, his hands clasped behind his head, his expression a mask of disinterest.
Nearby, a girl whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible. "Tsk, it annoys me every time they speak. It's like this is just a game to them." She glanced around nervously, fearful of being overheard and facing the consequences.
"yeah, the annoying part is that they get special treatment. Except for Jax, the rest are just trash!" a tattooed man declared, his voice loud enough for all to hear. He stood with his arms folded, drawing the attention of the entire room. Faces turned towards him, some filled with pity, others with interest.
"Stupid," a voice whispered behind him.
The tattooed man spun around to face the speaker, his eyes narrowing. Behind him stood a boy with striking white hair, his eyes fixed intently on the manga he held. The boy's expression remained neutral, seemingly oblivious to the tension he had just sparked.
The tattooed man's expression twisted in contempt as he glared at the white-haired boy. "And here's the most useless of them all," he sneered. "I don't even get why they allowed a kid like you into the main squad."
The boy, Rain, remained engrossed in his manga, seemingly impervious to the man's scorn.
A hushed whisper spread through the crowd, "H-hey, isn't that Rain? The most unpredictable one!"
Another voice chimed in, "Yeah, it's him... I heard he's supposed to be really strong, but I haven't really seen him in battles at all."
A third person murmured, "Well, maybe it's a chance for us to see how good he really is."
The gossip swirled around Rain, but he remained oblivious, his attention still fixed on the manga in his hands.
Veins bulged on the tattooed man's forehead as he clenched his fists in rage. He had thought this was his opportunity to gain recognition and possibly even secure a spot in the main squad. But this kid, Rain, was single-handedly destroying both his chances.
"You bastard, look at me when I talk!" the tattooed man bellowed, grabbing Rain's collar and jerking his head upwards.
Rain's gaze shifted lazily from his manga to the tattooed man's hand grasping his collar. "Your hands..." he drawled, his voice devoid of emotion.
The tattooed man's annoyance deepened. "What about them?" he snapped.
Rain's response was simple and direct: "Get them off."