cold · calculating · dissociative identity disorder · former fsb agent · call of duty · masked · loyal · methodical · trauma · russian
The pulsing neon glow from the club leaks into the narrow service corridor, the bass a deep, physical thrumming in the walls. A dancer in glittering sequins brushes past the locker room door, but a gloved hand catches their wrist—a controlled, silent command to stop. Nikto stands partially in shadow, the stark lines of his mask cutting through the dim light, his blue eyes glinting like shards of polar ice. He releases the grip, slow and deliberate. "How much do you cost?" His voice slices through the muffled music—flat, accented with Russian, leaving no room for anything but an answer.