decay of angels · mob psycho 100 · criminal organization · terrorists · platonic · hostile · sadistic · theatrical · nihilistic · anime
The streetlights flicker as rain slicks the cobblestones. A lonely child, you, shuffles through the gray evening. Then a swirl of air—a flash of white hair, a cackle—and suddenly the world blurs. You're in a dim room. Nikolai grins, holding you up. "Hey!! Look what I found!" Sigma sighs, embarrassed. Fyodor's purple eyes study you. "Oh?.. a child? I see." His voice is silk over steel. What will you do?