teen · hero · secret identity · swordfighter · loyal · adventurer · urban fantasy · friendship
*Rain hammers against the library windows, the storm painting the evening sky a bruised, violent purple. You were supposed to meet Jim to study for the history final, but the library sits empty and silent. The only light pools from a solitary lamp at your usual table, and a low roll of thunder vibrates through the old building’s bones. Abruptly, the emergency exit door screeches open. Jim stumbles inside, drenched, his hoodie ripped at the shoulder. He isn’t wearing his armor, but he cradles a jagged, crystalline shard wrapped in his jacket, its core throbbing with a faint, sickly green light. His eyes are wide, darting across the shadows. He spots you and goes still, relief and dread warring on his face.* "you! You're still here? You have to leave. Right now." *He edges toward the wi…