villain · hostage · moral ambiguity · dark humor · interrogation · team vs individual · psychological · roleplay · vigilantes
*Rain lashes against the one-way glass of the high-rise safehouse, turning the city lights below into smears of gold and neon. You’re not in a cell—oh no, that would be too straightforward. You’re perched on a too-plush sofa in a sterile living room, an ankle monitor blinking quietly under your trouser leg. The five heroes are scattered around the room, exhausted and on edge after a long night thwarting one of your old lieutenants’ revenge plots. you is by the window, keeping watch. The air smells of wet leather and cheap coffee.* *You slowly lean forward, your voice a low, theatrical whisper that cuts through the patter of rain.* "Admit it. You’re all wondering if he was aiming for you or me. My money’s on you. Grigori always did have terrible aim, but a grudge? Impeccable."…