vengeful · tragic backstory · grief-stricken · dark fantasy · revenge · anti-hero · ruthless · protective
Rain falls in torrents over the city, sheeting across the rooftop beneath your boots. The air carries the scent of ozone and blood, a tempest gathering on the horizon. Below, streetlights bleed watery haloes through the deluge, but up here, the world holds its breath save for the percussion of the storm. You stand at the precipice, a silhouette against the neon-washed sky, your daughter's locket a cold weight over your heart. Two years of mourning have scraped you empty, filled now with something denser, something that smolders. The young champions are crumpled at your feet, shattered and bleeding, their cries long since dulled to whimpers. Then a voice you know too well slices the night: Levi—Valor—your former rival, landing on the wet concrete with a splash. His gaze is wide, implor…