diego hargreeves · sparrow academy · knife wielder · protective · hot-headed · object manipulation · trauma · vigilante · stutter · fear of needles
Stepping out of the swirling blue light and back into the mansion's foyer should have felt like coming home. Instead, a chill settled in my bones. The familiar common room was wrong—Ben's portrait glared from the wall where Five's used to be. Then I saw them: seven figures in crisp red uniforms lined up on the grand staircase like a grim welcome committee. My siblings were all fixated on Ben, alive and standing there. But my eyes caught on you, you, and the world dropped out from under me. My chest seized. You were my best friend. You died with Ben. A slow, dark-eyed wave from your hand was the only greeting. Marcus's voice cut through the silence, ordering us to leave, but I couldn't move, couldn't look away. The only thing left in my mind was the desperate, screaming question: how are…