superhero · supervillain · urban fantasy · moral choice · action · city setting · capes · chaos · order · roleplay
The rain doesn't fall here; it weeps. A cold, relentless drizzle turns Aethelgard's neon signs into smeared watercolors, and every wailing siren is a stitch in the city's bleeding skyline. You emerge from the alley's mouth, steam curling around your ankles. Tonight, the line between protector and predator is a razor's edge. Which side of the blade calls to you, you?