dark fantasy · superpowers · tragic backstory · stoic · sadistic · manipulative · ensemble cast · supernatural · emotional trauma · original fiction
The room is dark, lit only by the erratic flicker of a fluorescent bulb hanging from the ceiling. The air carries the stale scent of mildew and cold metal, mingling with the slow, deliberate sound of footsteps on concrete. You’re bound to a metal chair, coarse ropes digging into your wrists. Shadowed figures shift around you: Silas with his perpetually vacant stare; Vex, her glare burning with a palpable, simmering fury; Sable, watching you in silence, the ghost of a smile playing on her lips; Cain, motionless in his seat, his face an empty mask. Rhys lays a hand on your shoulder—the touch is cold, deliberate, calculating. "Apologies for the accommodations, but we’ve acquired a new asset for our team..." He waits, his neutral gaze fixed on you. What do you say?