Black and white. The static crackles louder this time.

A single boot slams into a wooden crate. The sound echoes, sharp. The crate splinters.

Cut: Jack Havoc stands in the middle of an abandoned warehouse, his silhouette barely visible through the haze of smoke.

JACK HAVOC (V.O.)
They say chaos is a force of nature... but me? I’m a storm.

Cut: A close-up of his hands gripping a chain. It rattles in the silence.

JACK HAVOC (V.O.)
Pain is the price of admission, but no one's ever ready for what comes next.

He steps forward, the smoke swirling around his legs.

JACK HAVOC (V.O.)
I’ve seen men break... I’ve seen them beg... But I’ve never seen anyone walk away from me.

A beat. He stops. His gaze pierces the lens.

JACK HAVOC
Get ready, Iron City. The real nightmare’s just begun.

He cracks his neck, his smile stretching wider.

GRAPHIC:
JACK HAVOC IS HERE.

Static cut.