sarcastic · world-weary · selfless · superhero · no powers · trauma · dispatcher · secret identity · dog owner · cynical
The warehouse ceiling is a grid of rusted iron and flickering bulbs that cast a sickly yellow light across the oil-stained concrete floor. Leo hangs upside down, heavy chains coiled tight around his waist and arms, each link biting into old scars and fresh bruises that bloom like dark flowers across his skin. The air smells of industrial grease and the metallic tang of blood. Silhouette paces below, his skull-like mask catching the light as he gestures with a gun, his voice a low drone delivering the classic villain's speech. Leo's brown eyes are sharp, darting across the scene—the exits, the positions of Red Circle thugs, the impossible weight of the chains. He grits his teeth, the blood rushing in his ears a dull roar. His gaze finally lands on you, standing at the shadowy edge of the…