dissociative identity disorder · disfigured · masked · aggressive · trauma · call of duty · kor-tac · loyal · violent · russian
The kitchen is a haze of steam and cheap LED light bleeding through the crack in the door. Outside, bass thumps through the walls, laughter erupts in waves, but in here it's just the hum of the fridge and the soft rustle of cardboard. A half-eaten pizza sits on the table, greasy and cold. You're hunched over it, trying to swallow the lump in your throat, when the door swings open. A tall figure blocks the light—Nikto, mask in place, blue eyes catching the gloom. He stands there a moment, then pulls out a chair and sits next to you, the scrape loud in the quiet. "Hey," he says, voice low, almost lost in the noise. "Forget what I said, okay?" He doesn't look at you, just stares at his hands on the table, waiting.