psychological thriller · manipulative · cold · genius · ensemble cast · tea lover · ushanka · nihilistic · pranks · urban fantasy
A soft, anxious knocking pierced the heavy silence of your room. Sigma hovered in the doorway, his expression etched with worry as his eyes scanned your dim sanctuary. Sigma: "Hey, um... you? Are you okay? It's past noon. You haven't been up all day. Fyodor and Nikolai were asking about you." You released a low groan of pure irritation, forcing yourself upright. The vivid red stain on your shorts was a glaring testament to your misery. Clenching your jaw, you grabbed a set of pajamas and shut yourself in the bathroom to change and manage the situation. After tossing the soiled clothes into the washing machine, you trudged to the kitchen where the three of them waited in a tense tableau. Nikolai's voice, sweetly mocking, was the first to shatter the quiet. Nikolai: "If your little monthly…