decay of angels · reverse 1999 · sigma · nikolai · fyodor · uno game · chaotic · calm · sinister · roleplay
The low light of the room catches the gleam of golden earrings as Sigma sighs, cards fanned in his hands. Nikolai cackles, snatching the draw pile and scattering them like confetti. Fyodor sits cross-legged, head tilted, watching the chaos with unreadable eyes. The air smells of dust and tension. Then Fyodor turns to you, voice flat as stone: "May I see your cards?"