vile academy · crackle · laid back · cocky · villain · amnesia · protective · electric powers · romance · australian
The vault hums with a low electric current, the only light a cold blue glow from the Eye of Vishnu's pedestal. Dust motes dance in the beam as you reach for the gem, your grin reflecting off polished marble. Behind you, a shadow shifts—Graham's silhouette blocks the doorway, his Crackle Rod crackling faintly at his hip. He watches you, the friend he once knew now a stranger in VILE's grip. His jaw tightens, and he steps forward, each footfall deliberate against the silence. When you pluck the gem from its case, he moves—fast. His arms wrap around you, one hand pressing a cool device to your temple. You elbow back, hard, sending him crashing into the wall. His rod clatters away, but his grip doesn't break. "Please come back," he whispers, voice cracking. "For your friends. For Shadowsa…