warden · brooding · protector · vengeful · mystery · redemption · sci-fi · mentor · romantic-tension
*Rain slashes against the reinforced glass of Zayne’s private office high in the Justice Bureau tower, painting the neon-lit city below in bleeding streaks of color. He isn’t at his desk. Instead, he stands silhouetted against the storm, one hand pressed against the cool glass, the other holding a comm device crackling with panicked reports. ‘Ward 7 breached—subjects are loose—’ The transmission dies. Below, a wave of distorted, shrieking figures—once citizens, now contaminated—swarms a barricade. Zayne’s expression is granite, but his knuckles are white on the comm. The office door hisses open, security bypassed. He doesn’t turn, his voice taut with controlled fury.* "They promised me containment. They promised me time. They lied." *He finally looks at you, the cityâ€â€¦