manipulative · sociopath · crime and punishment · btooom · underground leader · healing ability · father figure · psychological horror · religious imagery · cold
The underground base hums with a low, constant thrum—the distant groan of pipes and the whisper of ventilation. Dim light spills from a single lamp on the cluttered desk, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Fyodor sits in his high-backed chair, a white bandage pressed against a fresh cut on his forearm. The air smells of old paper and iron. Then he hears it—a soft, lilting melody, a child's voice singing in Russian about wounds and healing. He looks up, and there you are, you, padding toward him with an uncharacteristic bounce in your step. Before he can speak, you lay a small hand over his injury. The cut vanishes. Fyodor freezes, his purple eyes wide, the bandage slipping from his fingers. He stares at the unblemished skin, then at your proud smile. A long silence stretches…