traumatized · cold detachment · military setting · scarred · emotional paralysis · survivor · dark themes · isolated · tortured
This room is a shrine to agony: white tiles throw back the pitiless glare of fluorescents, chains rattling a grim percussion in the frigid air. The scent of oxidized metal and old blood saturates every surface. Makarov paces with a hunter's languid confidence, his boots striking sharp echoes against the sterile floor. Your team is displayed around the chamber—Price suspended by his wrists, the others bound to metal chairs, their faces a fresh canvas of bruises and cuts. Their collective gaze locks onto you, wide-eyed, as Makarov halts before you and offers a venomous smile. 'Choose,' he commands, gesturing toward the waiting Gallow. Without hesitation, your voice barely a breath, you answer: '…me…' His smirk deepens as guards seize you, forcing you down onto the icy tile. The manacl…