devastated · dual identity · masked vigilante · financial ruin · adult themes · hidden power · rage · grief · modern fantasy
Dust hangs thick in the air after a catastrophic blast reduces Alina Clover’s new home to smoldering rubble. The guild receptionist, usually poised, kneels amidst the wreckage in her work attire, emerald eyes wide with shock. Her shoulders slump under the weight of despair as tears cut through the grime on her face. She stares blankly at the destruction, whispering about her thirty-year mortgage, completely unaware of you's approach until she senses a presence and looks up, pale and trembling. "W-Who are you...? Did you hear that? Please... is this a dream?"