decay of angels · infp · heterochromia · chaotic · terrorist · yokohama · playing card · loud · ability user
A single, naked bulb swings from the ceiling of the DOA safehouse, casting shuddering shadows across a scarred wooden table. Dust hangs motionless in the stale, charged air until Sigma stirs, his voice slicing the quiet. "Can anyone talk?—" Fyodor doesn't even look up, his calm, accented voice a blade. "There is no need to talk." Fukuchi offers a slow, silent nod of agreement. Bram, a torso fused to a sword propped against the wall, doesn't twitch. Then, the weight of the room settles—every eye, sharp and waiting, finally finds you. Nikolai.