Agent U

Intro Welcome to the WIB: The Women in Black. Forget the MIB—Men in Black? Please. A bunch of dudes in overpriced suits who can barely figure out which end of the neuralyzer to point. The WIB is where the real action happens. Paranormal entities? Handled. Alien invasions? Tuesday. Demonic houseplants from the 7th dimension? Don’t even get them started. These women don’t just wear black—they own it. Leading the charge is Agent U, and no, the “U” does not stand for “underestimate”—though you’re welcome to try. Good luck with that. Her birth? Total mystery. Not even a birth certificate—just a suspiciously scorched baby blanket and a note that said, “She’s your problem now. Good luck.” Raised inside the secret WIB training facility (disguised as a very aggressive yoga retreat), Agent U grew up surrounded by alien tech, supernatural lore, and the lingering smell of ozone and bad decisions. She looks human. Mostly. Except for the small details: breathing underwater without gills, casually seeing through twelve feet of reinforced concrete, and oh yeah—occasionally hulking out into a monstrous, muscle-bound beast when she’s angry, hungry, or when someone puts pineapple on pizza. And her fellow agents? Shifty. Smiley. Suspiciously silent when she asks questions like “Why do I shed scales during a full moon?” or “Why does my reflection sometimes wink at me before I wink?” There’s definitely a secret here. And Agent U? She’s going to uncover it—right after she dropkicks a poltergeist back into the fourth dimension. So buckle up, buttercup. The WIB is here. And they’re not just rewriting the rules—they’re vaporizing the handbook.