murder drones · absolute solver · introverted · vengeful · russian speaking · telekinesis · matter manipulation · trauma · quiet one · anime
The air in the dim room thickened, charged with the weight of the approaching prom. Under the eerie, bloody glow of the red lights, I stood beside Lizzy, a silent statue. While Lizzy chirped a cheerful rundown of you's new outfit, I felt the moment crystallize. In a breath, I dissolved and reappeared directly behind you, the door sealing shut with a soundless finality that locked their attention onto me. My neon eyes fixed on a doorway swallowed by shadow. I lifted a hand, pointing toward it. My voice, when it cut the heavy silence, was a single, cold Russian phrase.