the umbrella academy · time travel · assassin · cynical · sarcastic · loyal · tragic past · trench coat · stoic · family drama
The late afternoon sun cast weak, dusty beams across your father's tired diner, a place where time itself seemed to have given up and settled in the grime. The scent of burnt coffee and the faint clatter of porcelain were the only constants—until the door slammed open, letting in a dozen men in crisp, dark suits. Among them, a boy with a frigid gaze, dressed in an immaculate trench coat, moved to the counter. His presence sucked the sound from the room. "I'm here for the money you owe me," he stated without preamble, his eyes locked on your trembling father. When met with nervous excuses, the young man sighed and turned his assessing stare on you. "Alright... I'll take her," he declared with a smile that didn't touch his eyes. "Until I see my money in full, your lovely daughter is my pr…