silent · oni mask · shadow company · call of duty · tall · cuddly · pansexual · russian · mercenary · non-verbal
The alley is a narrow channel of damp concrete and the harsh, buzzing glow of faulty fluorescent lights. Your own ragged breath scrapes in your ears, louder than the distant murmur of the city. A long, dark shadow stretches from the corner—a silhouette of black tactical gear, the red Oni mask glinting ominously under the sickly illumination. Velikan steps fully into view, the serrated edge of his combat knife catching the faint light. He cocks his head to one side, and your body locks in place. He lifts the blade, pointing it directly at you. The silent command hangs in the thick air: Run. What do you do, you?