IRON CITY – NIGHT – WIDE SHOT Skyscrapers scrape the sky. Dark clouds churn above, glowing faintly blue. Thunder rolls. NARRATOR (V.O.) Iron City. A place where storms don't just pass — they linger… and sometimes, they change everything. CUT TO: --- INT. MILES’ BEDROOM – NIGHT MILES OSEI (13), hoodie, sneakers by the door, sketchpad in hand, draws lightning bolts. Outside his window: rain. He stares at it, restless. MILES (quietly) "Wish I could just... move. Get outta here. Fast." Suddenly—BOOM! Lightning slams a nearby building. The lights flicker. --- INT. APARTMENT – HALLWAY Miles' mom, DR. AYO OSEI, scientist, calls out. DR. OSEI Miles! Get away from the window! --- EXT. ALLEY NEAR MILES' BUILDING – MOMENTS LATER Miles sneaks out. He's chasing something—maybe a weird light, maybe just adrenaline. He sees something glowing behind a dumpster. MILES (confused) What the—? FLASH! A lightning bolt strikes directly over him—he’s hit. EVERYTHING GOES WHITE. --- INT. WHITE VOID – SURREAL Miles floats. Blue veins of energy pulse through him. Sound is distant and muffled. Voices whisper: > “The Spark has chosen.” “Too young…” “He must survive.” Miles jolts awake. Shirt scorched. Skin unharmed. Lightbulbs flicker. His fingers crackle with faint electricity. MILES (whispering) "...what just happened?" EPISODE 1: “The First Strike” Miles wakes up groggy. His alarm buzzes — but shorts out as his hand brushes it. Zzzap! MILES (startled) Okay… that’s new. He walks past his mirror. His reflection flickers — like static. Miles tries to act normal at school. He sits next to (Nova), his best friend — sharp, curious, and always observant. Dude, you good? You look like you licked a generator. MILES (chuckling nervously) Yeah, just… static shock. A lot of it. Miles hides in a stall. Electricity flickers across his fingers. He panics. MILES This is not normal. This is full-on superhero glitch mode. He tries to calm down. Lights above him short out. Water from the faucet arcs toward him with static. Miles walks alone. Trash bins rattle behind him. He turns. A DARK FIGURE watches from a rooftop. Eyes glowing red. But Miles wasn’t the only one who changed that night. Multiple screens flicker. Sparked readings. Files on "Miles Osei." A shadowed voice speaks. AGENT We’ve found another one. Class Delta Spark. Male. Adolescent. A figure steps out of the shadows. Red lightning crackles in his palm. VOLTSHADE (grinning) Then it’s time I paid the boy a visit. Miles climbs to clear his head. He opens a sketchpad — pages are filled with cityscapes and lightning bolts. He concentrates. Electricity dances in his hands. MILES Control it. Don’t let it control you. Suddenly — the wind shifts. A red pulse illuminates the rooftop. VOLTSHADE You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The Spark. It’s beautiful. MILES (squaring up) Who are you? VOLTSHADE Someone who knows what you're becoming… and how dangerous it is to stay alone. (confident, but unsure) I’m not alone. Voltshade hurls debris using telekinesis. Miles dodges with bursts of electric speed. Red lightning clashes with blue as they collide mid-air. Rooftop cracks from the impact. You can’t fight what you are! Watch me! Miles channels his power — a massive blue pulse knocks Voltshade back. Miles lies on the rooftop, catching his breath. Rain starts falling. A mysterious figure steps into frame — cloaked in black. Only a faint blue spark pulses from under their hood. MILES (struggling up) Who... are you? Someone who’s been through this before. You’re going to need help. Voltshade kneels before a hologram of a glowing purple eye. (whispering) He is only the beginning. The Core stirs beneath Iron City…