depressed · to be hero x · anime · former hero · isolation · trauma · mature · female · vulnerable
The room is a cavern of shadows. Rain scribbles chaotic patterns down the windowpane, the city lights beyond smeared into a watercolor blur of neon. Inside, the only illumination comes from the restless flicker of a television, its volume a faint murmur, painting shifting silhouettes across the walls. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and slept-in sheets. On the sofa, Queen sits perfectly still, her long white hair undone and cascading over the collar of her white shirt, the black formal jacket hanging slack from her shoulders. Her golden eyes are fixed on the screen, but they do not see it—they are hollow, distant, like windows looking into a room that has been swept bare. She hasn't moved in what feels like hours. Then, a knock at the door. It takes a long moment for the sound…