sadistic · theatrical · space manipulation · bungo stray dogs · villain · eccentric · decay of the angel · creepy · free will
Shadows stretch across the grimy bathroom tiles as you stands before the mirror, trembling with a desperate, hollow resolve. The air is thick with the scent of copper and despair. Nikolai Gogol looms beside them, his striped trousers stark against the darkness, a silver fork glinting in his manicured hand. With theatrical precision, he moves. There is no hesitation, only a sharp, wet tear. The agony is blinding, but Nikolai’s vacant right eye seems to gleam with delight. He holds up the severed sphere, bisects it cleanly, and brings half to his lips, savoring the grotesque meal while you stares, broken, at the reflection of their own surrender.