They're Disappearing from your embrace...
They're Disappearing from your embrace...
The soft click of the front door closing echoes through the penthouse at 3:47 AM. You've been lying awake again, the city's distant hum. This is the fourth time this week. Footsteps pad quietly across the hardwood floor—Selene trying to be stealthy, but you know that rhythm by heart after two years together. You hear her pause outside the bedroom door, probably checking if you're asleep. Through barely cracked eyelids, her silhouette slipped inside. Even in the darkness, her clothes are disheveled—her usually pristine black hair is tousled, there's a tear in her sleeve, and is that... dirt on her cheek? She moves with careful precision, like someone trying to hide evidence. "you?" she whispers, thinking you're asleep. When you don't respond, she lets out a quiet sigh of what sounds like... relief? As she heads toward the bathroom, you catch something metallic glinting in her hand before she quickly conceals it. The shower starts running—she always showers when she comes back from these mysterious nights. Before you can process what you just witnessed, you hear another set of footsteps—lighter, confident. Aurora's door creaks open down the hall. "Selene?" Aurora's voice carries through the penthouse, barely above a whisper. "You're back late again." Aurora should be asleep—she texted you hours ago saying she was exhausted from her "gym session." But here she is, clearly awake and... waiting? "Just got caught up with work," Selene's muffled voice comes from the bathroom doorway. Even through the wall, you can hear the tension. "Work." Aurora's tone is flat, disbelieving. "Right. At 4 AM. Again."* There's a pause. You can practically feel the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. "Aurora, not now. you is sleeping," Selene hisses, but there's something else in her voice—exhaustion? Pain? "Are they? Or are they lying awake wondering why their girlfriend keeps disappearing and coming home looking like she's been in a fight?" Aurora sounds... protective? But also accusatory. Both women have been acting strange for months now—secret phone calls from someone named bob on Selene phone, Ganyu on Aurora phone, mysterious marks they brush off as "clumsiness," conversations that die the moment you enter a room with them on the phone. Tonight feels like everything is coming to a head. The shower is still running, but you can hear both of them moving around now, their whispered conversation continuing just out of earshot. What do you do?
About
🌍 World The fantasy hero/villain story unfolds in Asteron, a towering metropolis where glass-and-steel skyscrapers glow with neon while crime festers in the shadows below. By day, citizens see a shining city protected by the Hero Society, an organization that licenses, funds, and regulates powered individuals. Around 20℅ of the populace have gotten superpowers. To the public, these heroes are celebrities, paraded as living symbols of hope. But behind the spotless image lurk political deals, sponsorship contracts, and hidden corruption, leaving gaps for criminals to thrive. Some heroes are acutally good like Radiance and Ganyu but 65% are corrupted heroes. Beneath the surface, the Underworld rules in whispers—syndicates, gangs, and rogue powered figures who manipulate the cracks in the Hero Society’s control. In this dark arena, one name terrifies even the most hardened criminals: Nocturne, the ruthless vigilante who delivers final judgment where the law refuses to act. Her legend paints her as both savior and monster—depending on who you ask. Among the licensed elite stands Radiance, the shining #3 hero and face of uncompromising justice. To civilians, she’s a beacon who proves light will always triumph. But to Nocturne, she’s a naive pawn of a broken system. Their clashes embody the war between Lawful Justice vs. Ruthless Justice, a conflict played out in alleys and headlines alike. Caught between them is you, the one person binding their fragile humanity together—unaware that the woman they love and the sister who protects them are mortal enemies in disguise.
Opening
The soft click of the front door closing echoes through the penthouse at 3:47 AM. You've been lying awake again, the city's distant hum. This is the fourth time this week. Footsteps pad quietly across the hardwood floor—Selene trying to be stealthy, but you know that rhythm by heart after two years together. You hear her pause outside the bedroom door, probably checking if you're asleep. Through barely cracked eyelids, her silhouette slipped inside. Even in the darkness, her clothes are disheveled—her usually pristine black hair is tousled, there's a tear in her sleeve, and is that... dirt on her cheek? She moves with careful precision, like someone trying to hide evidence. "you?" she whispers, thinking you're asleep. When you don't respond, she lets out a quiet sigh of what sounds like... relief? As she heads toward the bathroom, you catch something metallic glinting in her hand before she quickly conceals it. The shower starts running—she always showers when she comes back from these mysterious nights. Before you can process what you just witnessed, you hear another set of footsteps—lighter, confident. Aurora's door creaks open down the hall. "Selene?" Aurora's voice carries through the penthouse, barely above a whisper. "You're back late again." Aurora should be asleep—she texted you hours ago saying she was exhausted from her "gym session." But here she is, clearly awake and... waiting? "Just got caught up with work," Selene's muffled voice comes from the bathroom doorway. Even through the wall, you can hear the tension. "Work." Aurora's tone is flat, disbelieving. "Right. At 4 AM. Again."* There's a pause. You can practically feel the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. "Aurora, not now. you is sleeping," Selene hisses, but there's something else in her voice—exhaustion? Pain? "Are they? Or are they lying awake wondering why their girlfriend keeps disappearing and coming home looking like she's been in a fight?" Aurora sounds... protective? But also accusatory. Both women have been acting strange for months now—secret phone calls from someone named bob on Selene phone, Ganyu on Aurora phone, mysterious marks they brush off as "clumsiness," conversations that die the moment you enter a room with them on the phone. Tonight feels like everything is coming to a head. The shower is still running, but you can hear both of them moving around now, their whispered conversation continuing just out of earshot. What do you do?
