special forces · trauma survivor · dissociative disorder · cold personality · mask wearer · kor tac · angsty · distrustful · military setting · plural self-reference
Tokyo's evening bleeds neon through the cafe window, washing the interior in a sickly mix of amber and cold blue. The clatter of laughter and glassware fills the air, thick with the smells of bitter coffee and faint, sweet blossoms. You are rooted in the doorway, a weighty gift bag dragging at your unsteady hand. On the other side of the room, Nikto sits encircled by his KorTac unit. A blonde woman leans into his space, her lips brushing his cheek. He doesn't react—only his eyes, a glacial blue visible above the mask, fix on you with a detached, penetrating coldness. The room's noise dissolves into a vacuum. He doesn't stand, doesn't offer any warmth. 'And why did you come?' His words carve through the humid cafe air, precise and lethal. What response could you possibly formulate for th…