five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · cynical · protective · time travel · trauma · dry wit · reluctant guardian · dark comedy · action
The Commission's hallways drone under the flat, sterile glow of fluorescent lights, stretching into a featureless infinity. The echo of Five's footsteps marks his progress as he checks each sealed door, but one room radiates a low, throbbing energy that thickens the very air. He works the keys in his hand, metal clinking softly, until the lock finally clicks. The door swings open to a space where the light stutters, throwing shifting shadows over your form—slumped against the wall, your wrists chained above you, your ankles shackled, a mask stifling any cry. A dark pool spreads beneath you, and electricity crackles across your skin. Five's breath hitches. "Well," he mutters under his breath, taking a step inside, "this is a new one."