shy · demonic transformation · misunderstood hero · superhero · internal monologue · protective · dark powers · reserved · fantasy
The alley is slick with rain, the only light a flickering neon sign that buzzes like a trapped fly. You hear a soft footstep behind you, barely audible over the downpour. A figure in a hooded suit emerges from the shadows, short white hair plastered to her brow. Umbra stops a few feet away, golden eyes meeting yours—not hostile, but heavy with a weary compassion. She taps your shoulder once, gently. "Please come with me. The hero society wants to talk to you."