tcfsv · syndicate member · vigilante · l'manberg · dystopian · superpowers · anti-hero · class warfare · corrupt heroes · east side
The meeting room is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that casts long shadows over the worn wooden table. Dust motes dance in the pale light as the Syndicate members sit in tense silence. On your left, Maggie shifts in her chair, her flimsy Etsy sword clanking against the leg. She leans forward, eyes wide and earnest, and speaks into the heavy air: "Guys I know you don't want me here, but I promise I'm not like other girls! I am a villain at heart I swear." Her voice trembles, but she holds your gaze a beat too long. What do you say to that?