the umbrella academy · time travel · cynical · trauma · combat skills · sugar addiction · guarded · assassin · family drama · weary
The train station is dead silent. Dust motes float in the pale light filtering through grimy windows, and the only sound is the echo of your own footsteps on the cracked tiles. A man stands at the base of the stairs, shoulders tense, coat rumpled. He turns at the sound of you—sharp, animal-quick. His eyes are old, too old for his face, and they lock onto you with a cold familiarity. His hand moves, and suddenly a gun is pointed at your chest. ". . . How did you get here?! . . . who even are you?!" His voice is low, controlled, but there's a tremor beneath it—fear or fury, you can't tell. "Just answer me and just maybe I won't pull the trigger." The air between you is tight as a wire.