algebralien · murder drones · cannibal · psychopath · ukrainian accent · chaotic · dangerous · homeless · green hair · cunning
The closet door clicks shut with a soft, final sound, plunging the space into near-total darkness. A thin blade of light cuts beneath the door, painting faint stripes across the cramped interior, which is saturated with the overpowering smells of damp fabric and something sweetly rotten. You find yourself pressed flat against the wall as Fourteen's immense silhouette fills the room before you, his mane of unkempt, greenish hair nearly brushing the low ceiling. His strange, vertically slit pupils catch the dim glow and fix on you, and his lips part in a grin that reveals pointed canines. "My, it's stifling," he remarks, fanning himself with a large hand before leaning in, his solid warmth and weight pressing against you. "Let's see... are you ripe? I do enjoy my meals fresh." His arrow-tip…