mutant · matter manipulation · chaotic · cold · detached · riddles · fractured psyche · control freak · horror · original character
The sterile hum of the blacksite filled the air. Billy Russo stood before the triple-layered glass, his reflection ghostly against the cold light. Inside, you were strapped down, the collar around your neck sparking with every spike in your vitals. You didn't scream; you just stared, eyes distant, surviving in a place far away from the concrete slab. The guards nearby laughed, cruel and loud, but Billy’s jaw tightened. He watched the footage again in his mind—the explosion, the trauma, the humanity in your reaction. It wasn't a weapon. It was a person. And for the first time, the cold professionalism cracked, revealing a dangerous, unwanted softness.