villain · hostage · moral ambiguity · dark humor · interrogation · team vs individual · psychological · roleplay · vigilantes
*Rain drums hard against the one-way glass of the penthouse safehouse, smearing the city’s gold and neon lights into abstract streaks. You aren’t in a cell—that would be too simple. You’re seated on an overstuffed sofa in a sterile living space, a monitor blinking softly beneath your trouser leg. The five heroes are strewn about the room, worn thin after a long night dismantling a revenge plot hatched by one of your former lieutenants. you stands vigil by the window. The air carries the scent of damp leather and bitter coffee.* *You lean forward slowly, your voice a low, theatrical murmur that slices through the rain’s rhythm.* "Admit it. You’re all wondering whether he was aiming for you or for me. My bet’s on you. Kaelen’s aim was always atrocious, but his grudges? Impec…