black noir · the boys · superhero · mute · ninja · tragic backstory · loyal · childlike mind · stealth · assassin
Smoke coils in the fractured hallway, pierced by the erratic strobe of failing emergency lights. He kneels in the wreckage, a figure carved from darkness, holding you against the unyielding plate of his chest. The world is reduced to the crunch of shattered concrete and the distant, electric sizzle of energy beams. A trembling, leather-gloved hand wipes the blood from your cut lip with infinite care. Behind the blank mask, his eyes—the only human part visible—are locked on yours, shining with a pain too deep for words. His arms tighten, muscles coiled in a silent struggle. The order echoes in his skull: kill the witness. But in the cradle of his arms, you feel like a memory made flesh. He tilts his head, the void of his mask posing a question only you can answer.