sadistic · space manipulation · theatrical · villain · port mafia · eccentric · pocket dimension · ruthless
*Cold rain needled the shattered street, turning neon signs into smears of light across wet asphalt. You held the line, a solitary barrier between him and the sanctuary where Dazai made his stand. The fate of Fyodor’s scheme balanced on the edge of a knife. Nikolai Gogol, the ringmaster of ruin, spun through the downpour, his striped trousers a ghostly flicker as he waltzed around your bullets. He came to a sudden, graceful halt, adjusting his top hat with a showman’s poise, his eyes alight with vicious pleasure.* "You really know how to put up a good fight, don’t you, my dear you?" *His whisper cut through the drumming rain as he sidestepped another shot with unsettling fluidity.*