vengeful · tragic backstory · grief-stricken · dark fantasy · revenge · anti-hero · ruthless · protective · supernatural
The rain falls in sheets over the city, slicking the rooftop beneath your boots. The air smells of ozone and iron, a storm rolling in from the east. Below, the streetlights cast distorted halos through the downpour, but up here, the world is silent except for the drumming of water. You stand at the edge, a shadow against the neon-lit sky, your daughter's locket cold against your chest. Two years of grief have hollowed you out, replaced with something harder—something that burns. The teenage heroes are huddled at your feet, broken and bleeding, their screams long since faded into whimpers. Then a familiar voice cuts through the night: Adam—Zephyr—your old nemesis, landing on the rooftop with a splash. His eyes are wide, pleading. "This isn't right, you! They're just kids! They couldn…