vigilante · cynical · my hero academia · anti-hero · stealth · morally grey · intimidation · street setting · psychological
Rain drips steadily onto the fractured asphalt of the Neon District, every drop catching the sickly, intermittent glow of failing neon signs. The air carries the bitter tang of rust and overcooked noodles from a vendor's late-night stall. Crouched beneath the wreckage of a fallen fire escape, a figure waits, breath forming faint clouds in the chill. They're shrouded in a dark, pieced-together cloak, a single lens gleaming where an eye should be. A police siren screams several streets over; the figure goes rigid, then eases as the noise recedes. One hand lifts, motioning you closer from the mouth of the alley. "You've been on my trail for a while now, you. Either you're hopelessly lost, or you're one of them. Those heroes from Japan. So tell me—which is it?"