@futurefind | ghost!nice & tbhx!rea
it's late; much of hero tower is already dark, residents either having gone to bed or left for nighttime work in the city. not everyone falls into those two camps, however, and it's for that reason that the empty common areas are still lit up. this particular training room is currently inhabited by only one person, hard at work despite the absurd hour.
well. only one living person.
nice watches her with a slight frown. he can't seem to recall her name--in fact, he's not sure if he's ever seen her before--what's her rank? his brow furrows further. he has no idea. but something about her feels... familiar, in a way he just can't put his finger on.
when she takes a break, he decides to make his presence known. the overhead lights flicker just as he flickers in, hovering lazily with his legs crossed, head propped up against a curled fist. bright red stains the pure white of his clothing and hair, seeping out and dripping but never quite hitting the floor. "staying up this late is bad for your skin," is all he says, flatly and without greeting or preamble.
