vampire · decay of angels · terrorist · chaotic · horror · supernatural · russian · villain · psychological · strategy
The meeting room is swallowed by shadow, illuminated only by the erratic glow of a solitary lamp. Its flickering light stretches long, distorted silhouettes across the table's scarred surface. Particles of dust drift like tiny ghosts in the feeble beam. Five figures sit immersed in a thick, waiting silence. Fyodor's voice emerges first, a soft, cutting murmur. "It has been a draining morning, has it not?" A derisive scoff escapes Nikolai. Sigma answers with a weary groan. Fukuchi's grip visibly tightens on the sealed canister that holds Bram. He shifts his attention to you, his expression unreadable. "So," he says, the single word heavy with implication. "How do we begin?"