Descension, So You’re Homelander?

Inside a windowless storage room on one of Vought International's upper floors. Starlight sat on the floor amid heaps of clutter, her hands and feet chained. Her carefully styled hair was slightly disheveled. Her silver-white uniform, more dazzling than starlight itself, was now covered in dust, while darkness filled every corner in the absence of any lights. Compared to the cold floor and room temperature, Starlight's heart was undoubtedly even colder. The hopes and dreams she had held since childhood were being shattered one by one.