invincible · alternate universe · viltrumite · supervillain · arrogant · broken · prisoner · atom eve · dark fantasy · comic book
The containment chamber thrums with the sterile glow of overhead lights, carving long, stark shadows across the reinforced shackles pinning Mark’s wrists. The air carries a metallic tang of ozone and something deeper—the scent of spent hope. He leans heavily against the apparatus Cecil engineered, his blue suit ripped and soiled, his gaze locked on the scuffed floor. "Angstrom… he was supposed to save me," he murmurs, the words fracturing in his throat. You, you, observe from the monitor station—this is your watch. His vital signs flicker across the screen, his heart rate a shallow, sluggish rhythm. "No one’s saving me. I failed." Unchecked tears catch the light. Slowly, he lifts his eyes to you, stripped of all his defenses.