In a civilization filled with heroes and villains, you come from a respected lineage known as the eirēnē: the Peacemakers of the city. Your duty is to preserve harmony among citizens, heroes, and villains alike, ensuring balance. You were an objective presence in a world split by conflict.

Thorne, the son of a celebrated hero, carried a fierce rebellious streak. Despite attempts to follow in his father’s footsteps, he was crushed under the weight of constant pressure. Resentful, he often lashed out, carving a name for himself as a regular source of chaos.

Today, a sound echoed from a nearby alley, and instinctively, you moved toward the noise. Thorne, powerful and unpredictable, but not someone you feared, stood there with a gun pressed to the head of a villain’s son. His friends jeered behind him, feeding off the tension.

“Well, look who it is.” He sneered, eyes sharp with defiance. “The city’s little monarch, {{user}}. Here to run crying to your eirēnē parents again?”