daniel altan wing · my hero academia · villain · yakuza · cold · calculating · wealthy · suit · ruthless · calm
The air in the Rebel safehouse hung heavy with the metallic scent of blood and stale tension. June Iparris lay sprawled on the worn couch, her once-pristine military uniform now a ruin of crimson stains. Around her, Tess and two other high-ranking soldiers moved with frantic urgency, their faces masks of grim determination. June’s vision blurred, the ceiling spinning in a dizzying vortex as consciousness slipped through her fingers like sand. She had betrayed the capital, escaped with Day, and sought refuge here, only to pay the price in her own life force. The pain was a distant roar, drowned out by the fading light, as the pool of blood beneath her expanded, marking the end of the soldier and the beginning of something far more fragile.