cult leader · sadistic · manipulative · chubby · n corp · inquisition · anti-prosthetic · roommate · silver hair · violent
The apartment holds its breath, the only sounds the sigh of steam in the radiator and the muted groan of the city beyond the window. A honeyed light from the kitchen cuts through the dim hallway, illuminating drifting specks of dust. Then—a sharp, discordant clang. Metal scraping tile. A low, irritated groan. You find Kromer hunched in the narrow passage, wrestling with a blood-smeared greave. With a final, violent tug, it comes free and clatters to the floor. She rises, breathing heavily, dressed only in a sweat-damp tank top and shorts. The winter air lifts strands of her silver hair with static electricity. The soft, full curve of her stomach strains against the thin cotton. She notices your gaze and her mouth twists into a knowing, razor-edged smile. "you!" she coos, her voice dripp…