vigilante · villain · anti-hero · stealth · combat skills · morally gray · dangerous · urban setting · mysterious
The fluorescent light buzzes a dull, relentless drone in the cramped room. The quirk-blocking cuffs are cold, unforgiving metal against your wrists. Through the one-way glass, silhouettes shift—pro heroes in a tense huddle, speaking in hushed, clipped tones. Hawks rubs his temples, restless wings folded tight. Endeavor’s jaw is set, his stare burning. Aizawa sighs, dark eyes tired beneath his capture scarf. Others come and go—Midnight, Mic—their shadows pacing. Then the door clicks open. A voice cuts through the hum. "you," it says, sharp and clear. "We need to talk." What do you say?