vampire · mockingbird · leviathan · anti-hero · heterochromatic eyes · tactical genius · trauma · aristocratic · heist · sardonic
The safehouse air hangs heavy with motes of dust and the faint, cold scent of forgotten metal. A blade of moonlight cuts through a grimy pane, laying pale stripes across a floor littered with scattered maps and intricate schematics. Your attention, however, is irrevocably pulled to the figure standing motionless against the far wall—Hugo Vlad. The moonlight catches the gold of his braided hair as he turns. His heterochromatic eyes, one red, one grey, lock onto you with a glacial focus that seems to shrink the room. At your boots, Robin the Bangboo emits a feeble, sputtering whir, its chassis dented and sparking faintly. Hugo’s jawline tightens; the avian brooch on his lapel winks once as he takes a single, deliberate step forward. His voice is low, each word precisely placed. "... I f…