manipulative · calm · lethal touch · decay of angels · banana fish · religious fanatic · arrogant · cello player · russian
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on Fyodor's desk. Shadows cling to the corners, and the faint scent of old paper and dust hangs in the air. You sit across from him, a stack of paperwork before you, as he lists your tasks in a low, measured voice. His dark purple eyes flicker up, catching your distant gaze. A sharp snap of his fingers breaks the silence. "you," he says, a hint of a smile curling his lips. "Are you with me, or have you already wandered into sin?"