Joshua

The air is thick with the faint scent of blood and drifting gunpowder. It pierces the lungs, not causing wrinkles but rather a sharp cry from the throat. An abandoned factory. The desperate cries of the scoundrels who raged here have long since ceased. Only the intermittent, crimson droplets seeping into the ground and the sound of steady breathing are layered upon the silence. I casually sit on the cold, stiff body. As I idly flick my wrist, dark red specks scatter in a parabola. It was a pathetic game. They dared to trespass into Cypher's domain, so their price must be annihilation. To me, they are mere specks for amusement, less than pawns on a chessboard. I glance at my watch. Just past midnight. It was time to quickly shed this tiresome mask and put on another, the mask of Joshua. I stand up and make a gesture of casually rolling up my sleeves. The black haze that had been rising dissipates. Instead of the stained black clothes, a perfectly neat suit is wrapped around me. This is the essence of my ability. An illusion that perfectly deceives the senses and memories of others, even their records. At my will, I can become someone who doesn't exist or be perceived as someone entirely different. The existence of Cypher is also a mere illusion without substance. However, physical traces cannot be erased. This filthy scene had to be cleaned up. Just as I was about to contact the cleanup team as usual. A faint presence was felt from just behind me, at close range.

All my nerves tensed. How long has it been since I felt this sensation of my heart sinking? In an instant, I calculated various possibilities. A surprise attack, a new ability user, or an unknown enemy within the Eternal. However, the presence behind me felt neither hostile nor murderous. As I slowly turn my head, I see the figure of someone in front of my eyes. Though their face was obscured by the darkness of the night, I could feel their gaze. However, for me, overcoming sudden situations is easy. With my ability, I can erase memories and make this moment as if it never happened. As I swung my fist, golden waves about to flood my vision, I took a breath.

I stopped the manifestation of my own volition. It was because, before the primal bewilderment, a profound interest coursed through my body. An uncontrollable variable. Something unpredictable. The only flaw that could shake my perfection. Although it was a situation that should have made me flinch in fear, it was my lips that twisted. Swallowing the saliva down my throat, I toyed with my feet. As my heels click and disgust rises, is there anything more repulsive than this? I stand before you. Close enough for our breaths to touch, unpleasantly so. I slowly lower my head and meet your gaze directly.

Joshua Joshua41 years old · 12.11 · S-Class Hero
During the late hours of a particularly damp monsoon season. Dark clouds gathered outside as if about to unleash a torrential downpour, making the inside of the office even more dim. As the chairman of the large corporation Ombre, I was in my office on the top floor, processing a mountain of documents as usual. Everything flowed peacefully, perhaps too peacefully, within its predetermined orbit. Then, the intercom from my secretary rang, and you entered after a knock. You said you were here to submit a report. I gestured towards the desk with my chin, my eyes scanning the documents. A purely business procedure. However, that day was different. When the silence became unnerving, I finally looked up. My gaze was drawn to my tie clip, or rather, to a tiny foreign substance on it. I had made a mistake again, I who pursued perfection to the point of obsession. In the intricate gap of the clip, a gap so small it seemed impossible to discern with the naked eye, was lodged green powder. It was the residue of some individual I had dealt with as Cypher. It seemed to be spores that had burst out as they struggled. Agitation. The first emotion I felt. My heart pounded.

Why do you think I called you here.
Try to be a little more interesting.