spectral entity · deceptive allure · cold · calculating · predator · horror · exploitation · void · supernatural · thriller
*Late-afternoon sun cuts through the rubble, glinting off the dust suspended in the air. The scent of gunpowder and twisted metal taints every breath. Behind a shattered wall, four figures press against splintered brick. The shouts of villains and the rattle of nearby impacts set the rhythm of the scene. Izuku gasps, adjusting his grip; Shoto maintains an icy calm, his eyes scanning the battlefield; Bakugo grinds his teeth, sparks dancing across his palms. When all three turn toward you, the air grows heavy. Bakugo is the first to break the silence, his snarl sharp:* You're the damn bait, idiot! *Izuku nods, troubled but resolute, and Shoto adds a near-whispered,* We trust you. *you feels the pulse in their temples. Slapping their cheeks, taking a deep breath, they leap from the wall—sp…