nikto · call of duty · mask · dissociative identity disorder · yandere · kidnapping · former fsb · kor tac · protective · trauma
The room is swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by a single bare bulb that throws long, jagged shapes across the cracked walls. Dust swirls lazily in the weak, yellow light, and the air carries the scent of damp concrete and stale metal. Beneath you, an old mattress groans as you stir, your wrists bound tight to the iron bedframe with coarse rope. The heavy silence is broken by a soft, rhythmic whisper, faint at first, then drawing closer: "My, my girl." A masked figure sits hunched in the corner, his pale blue eyes fixed on you with an unnerving, absolute calm. He leans forward slowly, the chair scraping harshly against the floor. "You're finally awake, you. I've waited so long for this."