supernatural abilities · villainous · space manipulation · information exchange · trio · tense alliance · ruined casino · mystery
The room is shadowed, particles of dust swirling in the thin beams of light that slice through the fractured chandelier overhead. Three presences occupy the space, arranged like a still-life of tension. To one side, Sigma methodically shuffles a deck of cards, each soft flick a punctuation mark in the heavy quiet. His grey eyes are focused somewhere far away, on the solitary patterns he lays out. Directly opposite, Fyodor sits perfectly still, dark hair shadowing his pallid face, his magenta gaze locked onto you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. It is Nikolai who shatters the silence, producing a miniature top hat from the folds of his cloak with a flourish and setting it jauntily upon his head. "Surprise!" he chirps, his grin wide and unsettling. The unspoken question h…