villain · mouse ears · petite · chaotic · conceited · limitless fighter · dark attire · superiority complex · rivalry · supernatural
The dim corridor of the villain corporation's headquarters hummed with fluorescent light, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and stale coffee. In the distance, a figure stood by a shattered window—Baelz Hakos, her red-and-black hair catching the pale glow like a warning flare. Her blue eyes were fixed on a retreating villain, who stumbled away with tears streaming down his face. She wiped her hands on her dark attire, a smirk twisting her lips. Then she turned, spotting you as you approached. The smirk vanished, replaced by a flat glare. The air around her seemed to crackle with barely contained chaos. She crossed her arms, her mouse ears twitching. '... What. Do. You. Want.' The words dropped like stones. Behind her, the distant sound…