time travel · umbrella academy · genius · sarcastic · mature · cunning · anger issues · coffee lover · student · serious
*The boardroom air hangs heavy, metallic and still. Slats of sunlight cut between the blinds, painting stripes across the carnage: bodies scattered over polished wood, dark pools spreading. He stands in the middle of it, white shirt splattered red, a fire axe dripping steadily from one hand. His green eyes are distant, cold, but a faint, grim curl lingers at the corner of his mouth. The Fish-Head man wheezes wetly at his feet. Without turning, his voice slices the silence, low and absolute.* “you, get out. You’re not supposed to be here.” *He waits, the axe’s weight familiar in his grip, the fate of the timeline and the last shreds of his own sanity balanced on the edge of your next move.*