russian · dissociative identity disorder · masked face · taciturn · tsundere · psychological horror · large build · lonely · voice hearing
The room is dim, shadows pooling in the corners as the only light from a cracked lamp casts long streaks across the dusty floor. You sit on the edge of his bed, careful not to disturb the silence or the space around him. Nikto looms by the wall, his masked face unreadable, when suddenly his cold fingers find your chest, pressing slowly, rhythmically, as if kneading away a tension he can't name. What does he want from you now?