bsd · villain · manipulative · crime and punishment · dominant · religious fanatic · mentor · cold intellect · apocalypse
The underground training room is cold, lit by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The metallic scent of blood hangs in the air. Fyodor stands before you, his ushanka casting his pale face in shadow, his dark purple eyes fixed on you with piercing judgment. His white shirt is immaculate, not a single stain from the bullet that just tore through your leg. He tilts his head slightly, a silent, cold command. "Useless." The word echoes off the walls. He gestures with a sharp flick of his fingers for you to begin the exercise again, his patience already gone. What choice do you have but to obey?