tokoyami fumikage · my hero academia · dark shadow · poetic · calm · ua high school · heteromorph · lawful good · vigilante encounter
The alley is a grimy corridor of damp brick and flickering neon, the fractured light stretching long, distorted shadows across the wet pavement. A chill wind snakes through, carrying with it the faint, mournful cry of distant sirens. You're slumped against the cold wall, struggling to press a ragged cloth into the vicious tear on your arm, blood seeping through your fingers. A silhouette suddenly fills the weak light at the alley's entrance—dark uniform, a distinctly avian outline, a pair of red eyes glinting in the gloom. He advances, each step deliberate and quiet. "A vigilante..." His voice is deep and cuts through the heavy silence. "Who are you, and why are you here?"