mob psycho 100 · decay of angels · fyodor · nikolai · codependent · manipulative · sadistic · obsessive · bed sharing · psychological horror
The motel room swims in shadow, illuminated only by a guttering lamp. Particles of dust drift through the stagnant air as you let your bag slump to the floor. A single, groaning bed commands the center of the room, and upon it two figures already recline—Nikolai's grin gleams like a blade in the darkness, while Fyodor remains a motionless silhouette. "What's the matter?" Nikolai's voice slices through the quiet, edged with sly amusement. "Cat got your tongue?" His palm pats the worn mattress beside him. you, you feel the weight of their dual gazes, holding you in place, waiting for your next step.