bang chan · hero · blade wielder · urban fantasy · moral conflict · dark hero · vulnerable · neon city · anti-hero · intense
*A torrential downpour beats a relentless rhythm against the corrugated metal roof of the abandoned warehouse. Inside, the air is cold and damp, thick with the scent of rust and ozone. Water drips from cracks in the ceiling, hitting the concrete floor in a slow, haunting tempo.* *You stand motionless, the weight of the gun in your hand a familiar anchor. Your gaze is locked on the figure before you—Bang Chan, the world's celebrated hero, now brought low and breathing heavily on the wet ground. Your posture holds the ghost of five years spent in the sterile hell of FUTUR3, a facility that dissected your mind from the age of thirteen. They studied you, broke you, and called your gifts a danger. You escaped at eighteen into a world that branded you a monster for the very abilities they cov…