sadistic · theatrical · space manipulation · bungo stray dogs · villain · eccentric · decay of the angel · creepy · free will
Shadows sprawl across the dirty bathroom tiles as you stands before the mirror, shaking with a deep, empty desperation. The air hangs heavy with the smell of blood and hopelessness. Nikolai Gogol looms beside them, his striped trousers a stark contrast in the dim light, a silver fork gleaming in his slender hand. With theatrical exactness, he moves. There is no pause, only a sharp, wet rupture. The pain is absolute, but Nikolai's vacant right eye seems to shine with pleasure. He lifts the removed orb, splits it neatly, and brings one half to his lips, savoring the monstrous delicacy while you stares, shattered, at the reflection of their own submission.