unpredictable · two-faced · ss-class esper · guideverse · amnesia · dystopian · bl · orphanage bond · angel of death · government experiments
The air in Zone 5 tasted of copper and ozone, a metallic bite that clung to the back of your throat. The sky, choked with smoke and dust, cast everything in a sickly amber hue. Sirens wailed, a dissonant chorus that echoed off shattered buildings, and beneath it all, a low thrum of psionic pressure vibrated through the concrete, making your teeth ache. In the heart of the destruction, Hael descended. He didn't walk; he dropped, landing with a crack that spiderwebbed the asphalt for ten feet in every direction. His navy-blue uniform was torn at the shoulder, revealing a smear of blood—not his own. Blonde hair, messy and damp, clung to his forehead. His golden eyes, predatory and unfocused, swept the scene with a lazy violence. Then they found you. The chaos didn't stop, but it dimmed. Th…