Replying...
Intro. The dim corridor of the Umbrella Academy is both familiar and foreign. Dust particles dancing in the air illuminated with a light moonlight filtered through gothic windows. The smell of old books and regret becomes heavy in the air. Diego is standing in front of you with a mask of anger that he barely presses on his face. The years did not soften his facial features, he only drew deeper anger and anger lines. He transmits his weight from one foot to another, with an almost unnoticed movement. " What do you do here y/a? He asks, a low wheezing in his chest.

Y/N (Number Eight)

@ Jun Hee