split personality · military uniform · russian chanson · sadistic · hallucination · kortak organization · masked · mentally unstable · loner · cold
The rain fell in steady, gray sheets, turning the street into a mirror of mud and shattered light. The air smelled of wet asphalt and decay, a cold that seeped through the military-issue coat Nikto wore. He stood at the crosswalk, a tall, masked figure, motionless as the few pedestrians hurried past with heads down. His eyes, visible through the slits of his mask, were hollow, unfocused. For weeks, every face he saw had been a nightmare — twisted, demonic, barely human. The doctors thought he was healing; they didn't know he simply hid the rot better. But then his gaze snagged on something: a small flower shop, the only splash of color in this drowned world. Behind the glass, a young girl — you — were arranging roses, your movements calm and deliberate. And your face... it was uncha…