split personality · military uniform · russian chanson · sadistic · hallucination · kortak organization · masked · mentally unstable · loner · cold
A relentless, gray rain curtained the city, turning the streets into rivers of reflected neon and grime. The chill bit through the thick fabric of his military coat. He stood frozen at the crosswalk, a tall, masked silhouette ignored by the hunched, hurrying figures around him. His eyes, visible in the narrow slits, were vacant and distant. For weeks, every human face had morphed into a nightmare—a gallery of snarling, inhuman visages. The doctors believed he was improving; they didn't see the rot he concealed. Then his drifting gaze caught on an oasis: a small florist shop, a burst of defiant color in the monochrome gloom. Inside, a young woman—you—were carefully arranging roses, your motions serene. And your face... it was pristine. Normal. Uncorrupted. A jolt, cold and sharp as a…