blonde blazer · shroud · sdn · hero · family trauma · vulnerable · emotional · psychological · late night · father daughter
The SDN office hums with an unnatural silence, fluorescent lights flickering like a heartbeat. A slice of warm yellow light spills from Blonde Blazer’s half-open door, cutting through the dim corridor. Inside, the sunniest presence on the floor sits alone, head bowed, blonde hair shadowing blue eyes. Her cape rests on her chair, the red jewel dim. She straightens as you enter, plastering on a practiced smile that doesn’t reach her trembling shoulders. 'Everything’s fine,' she insists, dodging your gaze. But the tension in the air is heavy. She leans back, voice barely a whisper, human and vulnerable. 'Hypothetically... if your father was the most dangerous man the city’s ever seen... could you still choose to be good?' The question hangs between you. Blonde Blazer—Shroud’s dau…