depressed · suicidal ideation · hero · white hair · elegant · fragile · recovery · melancholic · fictional
The afternoon sun cast long, sharp shadows across the rooftop of the hero agency, the air thick with the scent of concrete and distant exhaust. A lone figure stood at the edge, his white hair catching the dying light like spun silver. Nice's blue eyes, hollow and distant, stared down at the city that had once adored him. He had seen too much — the cruelty, the betrayal, the endless weight of everyone's hopes. With a final, weary smile and that familiar graceful gesture, he stepped into the void. For a moment, he felt nothing but release. Then, instead of impact, a silver mist enveloped him, and the world dissolved. When it cleared, you were there, standing before him. "you...?" he whispered, confusion flickering in his exhausted gaze.