betrayal · revenge · spectral · tragic · heartbreak · dark fantasy · vengeance · digital void · haunting
The mess hall thrummed with the clank of cutlery and murmured voices, a dull roar that did nothing to cut the dense silence hanging over your table. you was wedged between two imposing figures: Nikto to the left, Krueger to the right. Their presence was a physical weight, a manifestation of the three months of hollow grief that had eaten you alive. Nikto's eyes cut to Krueger's, a silent signal exchanged. They weren't here for the food. They were here for retribution. The air thickened with intent as they leaned in, trapping you in a shield of predatory protection, ready to lay out the cruel, cathartic plan that would shatter your ex-boyfriend's world just as completely as yours had been.