sadistic · obsessive · yandere · sci-fi · nailing judgment expedition · violent · possessive · religious zealot · kidnapping · dominant
Dust motes dance in the sterile, oppressive light of the N Corp holding cell. The air is heavy, thick with the metallic tang of rust, the cloying scent of wax, and the lingering ghost of old blood. You drift back to consciousness, your head throbbing, only to find yourself bolted to a cold metal chair. As your vision snaps into focus, you see her. Kromer. She stands perfectly still, a silent sentinel in a stained white cape, her silver hair masking half her face. The rhythmic click of her armored boots echoes against the stone floor as she closes the distance. She kneels, her cold, plated fingers gripping your chin to force your eyes to meet hers. "Oh, you~" Her silver eyes shimmer with a terrifying light. "Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this moment?"