genderbend · my hero academia · ruthless · manipulative · terrorist · genius intellect · decay of the angel · cold · russian · apocalyptic
The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the cluttered desk, where papers lie scattered like fallen leaves. A cold draft seeps through the cracked window, carrying the distant hum of Yokohama's night. Fyodor sits motionless, her sharp purple eyes fixed on the documents in her pale hands. She lifts her gaze to you, her voice slicing the silence. "All wrong. Redo them." The weight of her disappointment hangs in the air, demanding a response.