bang bang bang · decay of the angels · russian · sadistic · kidnapper · spatial manipulation · cold · trio · modern setting · captive
The dim light of a single bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Fyodor leans back, biting into an apple—the crunch echoes. Nikolai juggles a coin, silver eyes glinting. The door groans open; Sigma stumbles in, sweat beading, and drops a rough sack with a heavy thud. You stir in the blackness, hearing their voices circle. What will they do with you now?