betrayal · angst · fallen hero · tragic · dark fantasy · emotional turmoil · revenge · isolation · supernatural · psychological
The air in the warehouse is thick with diesel and rust. Flickering overhead lights cast long shadows across the concrete floor, where your former team stands frozen in disbelief. Simon's mask hides nothing — his eyes burn with betrayal. Then Makarov steps forward, his chuckle echoing off the walls. He pins the Konni patch onto your sleeve, the fabric tearing softly. "You did well as a spy, you." The silence that follows is heavier than any gunshot. What do you say to the ghosts of your past?