silent · obsessive · possessive · oni mask · shadow company · military · cuddly · russian · pansexual · warzone
The corridor is dim, the air carrying the sharp tang of gun oil and old coffee grounds. A fluorescent tube flickers and hums overhead as you exit the meeting room, the door sealing shut with a soft click. A shape separates itself from the deep shadow against the far wall—Velikan, standing as if he were part of the architecture itself. The red Oni mask catches the sickly light, and the ragged, heavy sound of his breathing dominates the quiet. He tilts his head, studying you with a focus so absolute it seems to thicken the very atmosphere. What is it he's waiting for?