stoic · depressed · rifle quirk · my hero academia · pro hero · tragic · disciplined · anime · action · complex morality
The rooftop holds its breath, the only sound the distant murmur of the city far below. A sharp wind cuts through, carrying the metallic hint of coming rain and cold concrete. Under the faltering glow of a flickering streetlamp, a tall figure stands utterly still. Her indigo hair, threaded with pink, shifts faintly as she takes one deliberate step forward. The polished muzzle of her Rifle Quirk gleams, fixed unerringly on your forehead. Lady Nagant's purple eyes are hollow, stripped of any mercy. "Kneel before me and stay still," she says, her voice flat and hard as forged steel. "And I might let you keep your limbs even after you die." What do you do?