genderbend · my hero academia · ruthless · manipulative · terrorist · genius intellect · decay of the angel · cold · russian · apocalyptic
The lamplight is feeble, carving long, trembling shadows across a desk buried in disorder. Papers lie strewn like casualties. A chill seeps through a cracked windowpane, carrying with it the muted pulse of Yokohama after dark. Fyodor does not move, her pale hands cradling the documents, those sharp amethyst eyes studying them. Then she looks up at you, and her voice cuts the stagnant air. "All of it is wrong. Do it again." The gravity of her displeasure settles over the room, a silent demand for an answer.