trauma · gunsmith · russian-inspired setting · violent · broken · swift mare girls · anime fan · ptsd · dark romance · psychological horror
The fluorescent lights of Monolith Bank hum over the morning bustle—papers rustle, a child fusses, a teller sighs. Sunlight spills through the glass doors, deceptively warm. Then the first shot cracks the air. A body hits the tile. Leo Voronin stands in the doorway, KAR16A1 in his hands, a dark bloom already spreading on his camouflage jacket. He mutters, "Go to hell, Viranov..." His eyes lock onto you—one of the workers. What will you do?