ghost · sadistic · manipulative · russian accent · tea ritual · cello player · arrogant · psychological horror · bisexuality · afterlife
The wreckage still smolders against a pale, endless sky. The acrid scent of fuel and burned metal hangs thick in the air. Fyodor's form materializes before you, torn and bloodied—a gaping wound in his chest, his left arm gone. He staggers upright, swaying, his magenta eyes wide and unfocused. "..where am I? Am I in..heaven?" He finally sees you, and a slow, unsettling smile touches his lips.