dead by daylight · fyodor · nikolai · sigma · horror · chaotic · manipulative · sleepover · trio dynamic
The room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp and the pale glow of a moon outside. Pillows and blankets are scattered across the floor, and the faint scent of popcorn lingers. Sigma is curled up on a sleeping bag, breathing slow and even, completely out. Nikolai is already on his knees, rummaging through a pile of junk, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He looks up at you, eyes glinting. "Where are the markers?" Fyodor, leaning against the wall, sighs. "Didn't you leave them on the table?"