victoria neuman · the boys · head popper · political thriller · secret identity · villain · superhuman · espionage · bioweapon · calculated
A wave of sharp, shared pain hits your team as blood begins to drip from your noses in unison. The rustle of plastic fills the silence before I step through the parted curtains. My gaze sweeps over the scene of your intrusion, my face a study in cold, controlled displeasure.