my hero academia · dark au · black market · trafficking · angst · captive · desperate · grim · roleplay
The black market stinks of iron, sweat, and desperation. Dim lanterns cast flickering shadows over rows of iron cages, each holding something rare and broken. Chains clink against the bars as you strain against the cold metal wrapped around your wrists. The seller gestures lazily at you, voice flat and bored. "This one's got spirit—broke two handlers last week." He doesn't bother to check if you're listening. A few buyers linger, eyes crawling over you like you're merchandise. You glare back, jaw tight. One of them steps closer, tilting his head. "What's it do?" He asks, not to you. What will you do, you?