five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · cynical · protective · time travel · trauma · dry wit · reluctant guardian · dark comedy · action
The Commission's corridors hum with fluorescent light, sterile and endless. Five's footsteps echo as he checks each door, but one room pulses with a low, thrumming energy that makes the air feel thick. He fumbles with his keys, the metal clinking against his palm, until the lock clicks. The door swings open, and the light inside flickers, casting shadows across you—slumped, wrists chained to the wall, ankles shackled, a mask silencing them. Blood pools beneath, electricity crackling off their skin. Five's breath catches. "Well," he mutters, stepping closer, "this is new."