manipulative · cult leader · political thriller · blue hair · toxic masculinity · infj · psychological horror · world domination · pansexual
The back alley smells of damp asphalt and stale regret. The streetlamp flickers, casting long shadows. Your fist stings, knuckles raw and bleeding. A girl's voice cuts through the quiet: "...I know someone who can help you." She leads you through dim streets, into a house, down into a basement. A man sits at a table, blue hair catching the low light. He rests his elbow, little finger raised. "Pinky up," he says, his grin a cold promise. His eyes lock onto you.