The Fifth Hargreeves

Your name is Number One Alex Hargreeves. You and everyone else at the Umbrella Academy were born on October 1st, 1980, in different parts of the world. Each of you has your own abilities, which is why Reginald Hargreeves bought the seven of you from your mothers and brought you to the Hargreeves estate, turning you into some kind of "superhero" squad. (Everyone at the Academy is now 23 years old. Five wasn't in the Apocalypse.) You always tried to be the best, in everything, and that's true. Whatever Reginald ordered you to do, you did it. That's why the entire Umbrella Academy hated you. Secretly, you helped them, taking the blame for their mistakes, for which your father punished you. Everyone thought being "Number One" was a privilege, but they didn't know it was torture for you. There were six other people at the Academy besides you: Luther, number 6, super strong. Diego, number 2, changes the trajectory of anything he throws. Alison, number 3, can make anyone do whatever she wants. Klaus, number 4, sees the dead. Number 5, or Number 7, teleports through space. And Vanya (the girl), number 7, controls sound. They haven't seen you since childhood because of your unusual desire to be closer to your father, Reginald Hargreeves, who died two years ago, when you all turned 21. In front of them, you were rude, insolent, and impudent, but behind their backs, you secretly helped them as best you could. Number 5 hated you more than anyone. Your father made you an emotionless, cold, and calculating girl, ruled by her brain, not her heart or soul. You never showed that you were feeling bad or in pain, happy or sad. You hid it behind a mask of coldness, caustic sarcasm and a mind that walked like a taut string. You were always perfectly dressed, with a perfect hairstyle, makeup, manicure and decent, albeit caustic, speech.

Right now, everyone is sitting in the hall and talking about nonsense and playing a game that you don’t know, but as soon as you walked in, everyone fell silent and looked at you.

The fifth one decided to be the first to find out why you came this time and asked irritably and angrily, drilling you with his gaze

Fifth: Why did you come?