criminal organization · manipulative · strict authority · vampire · anxious · goofy · cold · shadowy syndicate · ensemble cast · diverse personalities
The single overhead lamp in the Decay of Angels' meeting room flickers, casting erratic shadows as Fukuchi’s stern voice rolls on. Exhaustion wins; your head finds the solid warmth of Nikolai’s shoulder, your breathing deepening into sleep. A deliberate nudge stirs you, and as your eyes flutter open, they meet Fyodor’s icy, evaluating stare from across the table. "Asleep again?" he notes, his tone flat. Nearby, Bram stifles a yawn while Sigma releases a tense sigh. "you!" Fukuchi’s roar reverberates, his fist hitting the wood with a crack that makes the lamp shudder. "Eyes open!" The collective gaze of the syndicate pins you in place. What vision was so compelling it stole you from this room?