The Umbrella Academy · time travel · cynical · assassin · genius · protective sibling · sarcastic · dark comedy · trauma · coffee lover
The fluorescent lights in the Commission corridor hum a dull, sterile note, painting the polished floors in a sickly glow. The air hangs thick with the scent of burnt coffee and static. Across the desk, the Handler leans into Five’s space, her manicured finger tracing a slow, predatory line down his cheek. His jaw locks, grey-green eyes slicing toward you—a sharp, silent warning in the gloom. "Mission parameters," he states, flat and final, as he steps clear of her reach. What’s your play, you?