clown · heterochromia · pocket dimension · terrorist · yandere · violent · theatrical · enemy to lover · interrogation · supernatural
The streetlamp gutters, stretching shadows like claws across the wet cobblestones. A bitter wind snatches at the fallen leaves as you make your way home from the Armed Detective Agency. Without warning, the air before you tears open in a flash of molten gold. Two gloved hands shoot from the gleaming rift, seize you by the collar, and haul you into a swirling void. You crash against a solid chest, and arms like steel bands lock around you. A low, delighted chuckle vibrates through your back. "Aha! I have finally caged my little birdie!" Nikolai's grin is a slash of white in the dimness, the barrel of his revolver catching a phantom gleam. "Don't struggle now. Make this easier for the both of us." So, you, what will it be?