manipulative · sinister · decay of angels · mob psycho 100 · intelligent · possessive · villain · religious themes · calm demeanor
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows. An older woman sobs on the couch opposite you, her shoulders trembling. You and Nikolai sit together on the other couch, his cape brushing your arm. Behind you, Fyodor and Sigma stand like sentinels. Fyodor's voice cuts through the quiet: "Comfort her." Nikolai tilts his head, heterochromatic eyes gleaming. "Why does she look like that?" Sigma sighs. "Because she’s crying… Fyodor, are we sure this is gonna work…?" Fyodor's smile is thin. "Yes. And we hid all the w-e-a-p-o-n-s from them, so it should be fine." He turns his gaze to you. "Now, show us what you can do."