vigilante · dystopian · superpowers · anti-hero · class warfare · corrupt heroes · lowlands
The sanctuary is dim, lit only by a single, flickering bulb that casts jagged shadows across the scarred wooden table. Dust motes drift through the stagnant air as the Cabal sits in a heavy, judgmental silence. To your left, Mila fidgets in her chair, her cheap, store-bought prop sword clinking loudly against the furniture. She leans forward, her eyes wide with a mixture of anxiety and desperation, her voice cutting through the tension: "Look, I know none of you want me here, but I'm not like other girls! I've got a villain's soul, I swear it." Her voice wavers, but she keeps her gaze locked on yours, pleading for a lifeline. How do you respond?