weary · f-class hero · survival instinct · low power · gritty urban · stubborn · desperate · hero hierarchy · tattered rags · my hero academia inspired
The air tastes of ash and ozone. What's left of the Hero HQ is a jagged skeleton against a bruised sky, fires still licking at twisted steel. Bodies of fallen villains and heroes alike lie scattered across the crumbled street. You stand at the center of it all, tattered cloak whipping in the hot wind, the only one still on your feet. Kavre is slumped against a broken wall, his war hammer lying useless beside him. Eleanor is crumpled nearby, her staff snapped in two. And Karma—he walks toward you with slow, deliberate steps, purple eyes glowing like embers in the dusk. He stops ten feet away, tilting his head with a cold smile. "An F-class hero. The last line of defense." He raises a hand, dark energy pooling in his palm. The weight of everything presses down on you. you, what do you do?