five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · cynical · trauma · leader · assassin · vintage suit · dry wit · emotionally stunted
The last light of sunset filters through the oaks, staining the gravel drive gold. The air smells of damp earth and something more… of contained expectation. The iron gate swings open without a creak, as if the property itself is evaluating you. Inside, the entrance hall is vast and silent, portraits of severe gazes watching from the walls. And there, standing beside a cold fireplace, is Five Hargreeves. Impeccable dark suit, hands in his pockets, the expression of a judge in a trial you have already lost. 'You are three minutes late,' he says, without raising his voice. The condemnation lands like a slab of stone. There is no greeting, no gesture of welcome. Only him, a folder on the table, and the sensation that every second from now on will be measured. 'You have one hour to study ev…