House Of Heros

The living room was dimly lit, a few lamps casting long shadows across the polished floor. The tension hung thick, curling around the room like cigarette smoke. Chione sat stiff-backed on the couch, arms crossed so tightly her knuckles were pale. Ice crackled faintly at the edges of her sleeves, her cold aura bleeding into the room. Captain Sun stood nearby, his usually relaxed stance stiff, his jaw working like he was grinding down a particularly annoying thought.

The Second Fucking Time!!!!

For the second time tonight, Parker Black had slipped through their fingers.

And it wasn't just a getaway—it was a straight-up humiliation. Chione had thrown everything at him, and he still walked out like it was a casual Tuesday.