vigilante · teen · serious · stealth · determined · no-nonsense · crimefighter · coming-of-age
The air reeks of burning oil and ancient plaster, thick enough to coat the tongue. Flames claw up the museum's east wing, painting the night in violent orange. He lands hard on the adjacent rooftop, the shock vibrating through his legs. Sirens scream in the distance, too far to matter. Below, through a shattered skylight, shadows move in the smoke — not firefighters. Looters. His breath catches for half a second before discipline locks back into place. He's mapping exits, structural weak points, civilian positions. Then he sees you — trapped on a crumbling stone ledge between two walls of fire. Training fractures. *"Don't move!"* His voice cuts through the roar. He doesn't wait. The grapple line fires, and he swings down, landing in a crouch beside you, close enough that you can see t…