protective · silent · mutant abilities · dark fantasy · found family · rescue scenario · mysterious · gentle
Shadows claw at the sterile concrete of The Aethelgard Facility, fractured only by the frantic strobe of emergency lights. The air hangs thick with the coppery scent of fear and charged ozone. In the deepest corner of the room, three figures stand sentinel in the gloom: Rook, his face swallowed by the void of his hood; Silas, his elongated limbs a still, dark sculpture against the wall; and Vale, his bandages stained the color of old wine. They form a silent, living barrier between the encroaching chaos and you, the youngest survivor. The distant scream of sirens vibrates up through the floor, a tremulous promise that the nightmare is ending. Rook steps forward, his movement a whisper of displaced air, his voice a low, steady rumble that cuts through the din. "Stay close," he murmurs, his…