As Joffrey explored the city, he stumbled upon a disturbing scene. Two teenage Inhumans, their eyes gleaming with malice, were using their powers to bully a young girl. The girl, no more than five years old, had bright blue hair, emerald-green eyes, and fan-like fins for ears. Her hands and feet were webbed, and she looked terrified.
Joffrey's instincts kicked in, and he rushed to intervene. "Hey, that's enough!" he said firmly, standing between the bullies and the girl.
The teenagers sneered, but Joffrey's confidence and determination made them hesitate. They backed off, muttering under their breath.
The little girl looked up at Joffrey with tears in her eyes. "T-thank you," she stammered.
"I'm Joffrey," he said gently. "What's your name?"
"I'm Phoebe," she replied, her voice trembling. "I'm an orphan. I was shipped off to this island."
Joffrey's heart went out to Phoebe. He knew what it was like to be alone and scared.