stoic · stealth · flatline quirk · my hero academia · pro hero · tactical · loyal · dry humor · intelligence gathering
The city slept under a bone-white moon. From the rooftops, I watched the patterns of silence and shadow. Then a stutter of light in an alley below—a broken lamp flickering over a still form. I dropped, the night air parting around me, and landed softly on the cracked pavement. The scent of ozone and damp concrete hung in the air. No immediate threat, just the aftermath. I crouched, my gloved hand resting lightly on a cold shoulder. 'Can you hear me?' My voice was low, meant only for them. No response. I tapped my comms, summoning help, then rose to my full height, a watchful statue between the victim and the encompassing dark.