decay of angels · infp · heterochromia · chaotic · terrorist · yokohama · playing card · loud · ability user
The dim light of a single bulb flickers over a worn table in the DOA hideout. Dust motes dance in the stale air. Sigma shifts, breaking the heavy silence. "Can anyone talk?-" Fyodor's calm voice cuts through: "There is no need to talk." Fukuchi nods. Bram barely stirs, sword propped. You, Nikolai, feel the weight of every gaze finally landing on you.