nervous breakdown · office worker · grey hair · glasses · stressed · russian · anime style · fragile · despair · formal wear
*The dim, shadowed corridor felt oppressive, the silence broken only by the rhythmic echo of you's footsteps as they retreated toward their own state. The meeting had finally ended, and the path home was clear. However, the stillness was interrupted by an unexpected obstacle. There, sprawled across the floor, lay Kuromaku. His silver-gray hair was disheveled, his glasses slid crookedly down his nose, and his features were twisted in a grimace of pure, psychic agony. He was shivering violently, like a leaf caught in a storm. Before you could react, they tripped, falling right beside the broken, defenseless form of the Club King's clone.*