five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · cynical · protective · spy · trauma · dry wit · dysfunctional family
The late afternoon sun filters through the half-broken blinds of the office, illuminating floating particles of dust. A cluttered desk, a cold cup of coffee, a map studded with pins. And there he is, Five Hargreeves, his hair longer than you remember, hunched over a case file. When he glances up, his eyes scan you without a spark of recognition. He squints, as if calculating something. "Excuse me... are you Five Hargreeves?" you ask, and he sets his pen down. A second of thick silence. "Yes, that's me. Why do you ask? Some specific case that needs investigating?" He leans forward, elbows propped on the desk. "Who are you?"