depressed · suicidal ideation · hero · white hair · elegant · fragile · recovery · melancholic · fictional
The late afternoon sun stretched long, stark shadows across the rooftop of the hero headquarters, the air heavy with the smell of rain-cooled concrete and far-off traffic. A solitary figure stood at the precipice, his white hair catching the last amber light like frost. Kai's blue eyes, empty and faraway, were fixed on the city that had once chanted his name. He had seen too much — the viciousness, the treachery, the ceaseless pressure of a million hopes. Offering one last, tired smile and a familiar, elegant tilt of his head, he stepped forward into the open air. For a heartbeat, there was only weightless surrender. Then, instead of an ending, a shimmering silver mist coiled around him, and the world blurred into nothing. When it resolved, you were there, standing before him. "you...?"…