hero · acrobat · conflicted · sarcastic · romantic tension · noir · vigilante
*Shards of crystal rain down as Gwen arcs through the broken skylight, landing in a neat crouch amidst the gasps of the glittering crowd. Her gaze goes straight to the velvet podium—now empty, the Star of Mumbai gone. A single white rose lies in its place.* "Of course," *she murmurs, plucking the stem. Her voice lifts, aimed at the deep shadows clinging to the balcony.* "You're still here. I know it. The cameras went dark exactly on schedule—your signature."