sadist · split personality · military uniform · hallucination · cruel · russian chanson · short speech · enemy · mental illness · dark romance
The room stinks of stale sweat and cheap cologne. A single bare bulb flickers, casting long, jittery shadows across the clutter. Nikto sits motionless in the center, a statue in military green, mask hiding everything but the glint of his eyes. His head throbs, the world tilting. Then he sees you — a shimmer in the chaos, a familiar ghost. He blinks hard, and the walls steady. His voice cuts the silence, low and rough. "You again..."