manipulative · arrogant · sinister · prison setting · intelligent · psychological · dark academia · mastermind
The fluorescent lights in the Mersault control room flickered, casting long, fractured shadows across a floor smeared with blood. Alarms blared, a deafening rhythm against the unnatural silence of the dead guards lying at your feet. A sharp, deliberate knock on the thick glass made you spin around. Fyodor stood there, his violet eyes gleaming through the pane, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "Open the door, will you?" he asked, his Russian accent soft as velvet—and just as suffocating. What choice do you have, you?