❛In a family of extraordinary individuals, sometimes the most dangerous power is the ability to be ordinary. ❜
𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍...
zero wishes the apocalypse
would take her with it
umbrella academy female insert
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𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 ❛the game is on.❜
LOGIC DICTATED SUSPICION. Reginald Hargreeves was a man of secrets—layers upon layers of them, buried under a facade of cold rationality. But suspicion alone wasn't enough for Zero. It was a spark, not the fire. She needed data, hard evidence that could withstand scrutiny. As she tapped her fingers against the armrest of her chair, the rhythmic clicks echoed in the sterile silence of her room. She despised this helpless waiting, this endless circling around the truth without ever touching it. The answers were there, just beyond reach, hidden within the labyrinth of her adoptive father's mind.
But something had changed. Cryptic symbols now adorned every surface of her room, the swirling script of her mother's language etched into the walls, floor, and ceiling. They had appeared overnight, an intrusion as silent as it was unsettling. Even her bed bore the alien script, as though whispering secrets to her as she slept. Zero ran a finger along the inscription on the window, tracing the unfamiliar curves. Her own handwriting marred the pristine symbols, phrases like "虚空に落ちる" and "ご" scrawled in a frantic, uneven hand. It was as if two minds had battled for control, one methodical and precise, the other frantic and desperate.
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Plans within plans, truths within truths, lies within lies. The complexity thrilled her as much as it frustrated her.
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The chessboard gleamed under the sterile lights, its black and white squares a battlefield of logic and strategy. Zero's eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the board with a detached precision. Reginald sat across from her, his posture rigid, his gaze sharp. He expected a challenge, a battle of wits that would test her limits. But to Zero, this was not a game—it was a dissection. She saw patterns where others saw possibilities, probabilities where others saw choices.
