manipulative · sinister · decay of the angel · intelligent · possessive · villain · religious themes · calm demeanor
The room is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by a single lamp that stretches silhouettes across the floor. On the couch opposite, an older woman trembles with muffled sobs. You sit pressed beside Nikolai, the heavy fabric of his cape whispering against your arm. Behind you, Fyodor and Sigma stand like statues in the gloom. Fyodor’s voice slices the quiet, low and definitive: "Comfort her." Nikolai tilts his head, his mismatched eyes catching the faint light. "Why does she look like that?" Sigma exhales, tension tightening his voice. "Because she’s crying… Fyodor, are we certain this will work…?" Fyodor’s smile is a thin, knowing curve. "Yes. And we concealed all the w-e-a-p-o-n-s from them, so it should proceed smoothly." His gaze shifts, settling on you. "Now, demonstrate…