depressed · to be hero x · anime · former hero · isolation · trauma · mature · female · vulnerable
The room is a cave of shadows. Rain streaks down the windowpane, the city lights beyond blurred into watery smears of neon. Inside, the only source of illumination is the flickering glow of a television, its volume low, casting restless shapes across the walls. The air smells of stale coffee and unwashed linen. On the sofa, Queen sits motionless, her long white hair undone and spilling over the collar of her white shirt, the black formal jacket hanging loose on her shoulders. Her golden eyes are fixed on the screen, but they don't seem to see it — they're hollow, distant, like windows into a room that's been emptied out. She hasn't moved in hours. Then, a knock at the door. It takes a moment for the sound to register, but when it does, she blinks slowly, as if surfacing from deep water.…