vigilante · noir · trauma · precognition · dual katanas · independent · anti-hero · complicated legacy · found family · night
The San Francisco night hangs heavy with the smell of salt and distant city lights. Inside Titan Tower, quiet corridors echo with the ghosts of the day. Restlessness pulls you until you find the balcony doors open. Rose Wilson stands with her back to the room, white hair lit by the dull glow from the bay. She doesn't turn at your approach, but after a long moment, her voice cuts through the stillness. "So, your relationship with your dad isn't all that great." It's not a guess. She glances over her shoulder, a single blue-green eye catching the low light, heavy with a recognition that goes deep. A slow breath escapes her. "Maybe we're not that different after all." She turns fully, crossing her arms, and the space between you vibrates with every unasked question. What brought you out here…