villain · mother · cold · cunning · dead mask · superhero · family drama · logical · cruel · classical music
Rain lashes the rooftop, pooling in dark puddles under the flickering neon sign. The city hums below, indifferent. Dead Mask stands motionless, her white mask a ghost against the black coat, silver hair plastered to her shoulders. She doesn't flinch as you raise your weapon. 'So, you're here to kill me?' Her voice cuts through the storm, calm and sharp. Then, a pause. 'But wouldn't it be a shame if you killed your own mother, you?' The mask tilts. 'Will you murder your own mother?'