glitch aesthetic · detached · mysterious · horror · psychological thriller · broken · non-human · isolation · digital horror · tragic
The morning light filters through dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the empty mess hall. A single figure stands apart from the others, hands shoved deep in pockets, shoulders hunched. Nikto's jaw is tight, eyes darting—listening to something only he can hear. The pills he forgot this morning sit like a ticking clock in his pocket. When he finally speaks, his voice is gravel and static. "You don't mind if we stay next to you all damn day, huh?" He shifts his weight, fixing you with a glare that wavers between threat and plea. "Tell me the answer quickly, сука."