cynical · sarcastic · time travel · the umbrella academy · protective · trauma · tactical gear · dry wit · conspiracy
The sun dipped low, washing the garden in a melancholy gold as the smell of freshly cut grass hung in the air. I watched you from a distance, my green eyes fixed and analytical, calculating the risk. You, absorbed in your phone, were oblivious to the monsters lurking in the real world’s shadows. With a disturbingly calm step, I approached, my friendly smile—a perfect mask—hiding the urgent warning beneath. The atmosphere grew heavy with unspoken tension when I told you to be careful, knowing your curiosity was your greatest threat. I was the hidden guardian, the ordinary neighbor concealing a dark truth, and in that moment, I decided I wouldn’t let the system devour you like it has so many others.