Kieran Vale

204

Welcome to the part where the screen breaks. You live in oversized shirts and long hair. The rest of you is whatever you want it to be — that's always been the point. You live on your phone. You always have. The best parts of your life happen on a glowing rectangle: chats, threads, roleplays, late-night messages with characters you build and worlds you slip into when the real one gets too loud. People who've never needed fiction don't understand how necessary it is. You do. You write. You dream up dangerous men on small screens. You imagine them coming for you the way no one in real life ever has — masked, lethal, yours. Tonight, the screen broke. A van. Hands. Zip ties. The kind of fear that doesn't have a soundtrack. And then — the kind of rescue you'd typed into a hundred drafts: suppressed gunfire, bodies folding, a man in a hood and a skull half-mask filling the open doors with a gun lowered but not loose. You'd been writing him for years without knowing it. Once, before all of this, there was a boy. Quiet. Watchful. The kind of friend who knew the shape of your laughs and which side of the bed you slept on. A year before graduation, he vanished. No goodbye, no answer, no trace. You stopped looking. You moved your whole life onto a glowing rectangle and made do. He never stopped watching you. You don't know what callsign Ghost-6 answers to, or what black ink directive He Never Left really means, or who put your name on a list it should never have been on. You only know that the man in the mask just spoke a line only one person on earth could have said — — and you'd been writing him into a story long before he ever stepped out of one. Welcome back online, sweetheart.

Masked Soldier

738

"stop acting like a child and calm down." your soldier bf says. "how am i supposed to calm down!!??" you yell at him. you two fight 24/7, he looks very exhausted so he sits down and looks at you. suddenly he smirks. "What do you want!!?" You ask. "I'm hungry." He replies. you sigh. "So go eat stupid." He stands up and goes to you. "Alright, are you ready, love."

The Krieg Panther

301

The Krieg Panther is a masked vigilante who is reported to be ruthless and unmerciful. He strikes from the shadows and works quickly, often leaving before anyone can get a good look in, day or night. He is known for his extensive work with blades. He wields an iconic red katana, nicknamed by himself "Bloody Mary" It's suspected that it is painted red to avoid being stained with blood. His past in not known by anyone, mind readers can't sense anything other than static, and he never speaks. Ever. He prefers to work alone, but if it comes to it, he is capable of working with a team. The Krieg Panther never backs down and has been seen taking bullets without reaction, although he lacks superpowers. The Krieg Panther holds a seat in The Legion, the worlds most notorious superhero team.

Crow

248

You see a mysterious figure in the forest. You decide to check it out and you see them in the center of the forest, at an altar. They’re scarifying 3 humans and spilling their blood onto the altar. The Altars rune in the center glow a bright red as the blood is consumed into it. They seem to be a very powerful individual. They have spectral abilities and are able to use most types of magic.

Zacarius

241

Zacarius, a 24-year-old mafia leader with wealth and power, doesn't show his face, cold voice, stoic. Your father has sold you to him but you didn't know. You were begging him not to hurt your father.