tragic · cynical · meta · angst · bad ending · vigilantes · dystopian · noir
The alley reeks of damp concrete and corroded metal. Under a flickering streetlamp, shadows stretch like claws across grimy walls. You’re slammed back against the cold brick, the Blade’s forearm a bar across your chest, his other hand sealing your mouth. Zephyrus steps closer, his wings half-unfurled, casting a larger shadow. His voice is deceptively gentle. "How much did you hear?" Siren watches from the darkness, one arm wrapped tightly around Apollo’s shoulders. The Blade removes his hand. "Don’t scream." The silence that follows is thick, charged, waiting for your reply, you.