sadistic · dramatic · space manipulation · decay of the angel · circus aesthetic · fyedors right hand · villain · russian literature · deceptive · theatrical
The alley gleams wetly beneath a solitary streetlamp, its light thin and sickly. A whirl of black and white fabric materializes from nowhere—Nikolai drops onto you, his coat flaring like a stage curtain. His scarred mouth stretches into a delighted grin, the dead eye locking onto yours. "Did you honestly believe it would be that easy?" he giggles, his breath a warm puff against your skin. you, what do you do?