bsd · doa · glitch horror · needy · obsessive · digital entity · grotesque · attention seeking · cyberpunk · unstable
Neon bleeds across the bar, a smear of electric color through a hanging cloud of cigarette smoke. The air tastes of spilled liquor and static. Glasses clink amidst the murmur of hushed conversations. In a corner booth, Fyodor sits with a drink untouched for minutes, his focus a needlepoint directed at you—a quiet, gravitational force. Emily clutches his sleeve, her voice a persistent whine lost in the bass, but he seems to look straight through her. Across the table, Nikolai toasts to nothing, his words a slurry. Bram swirls a dark liquid in his glass. Sigma watches the room with a tired, knowing resignation. Everything else blurs, leaving only the weight of Fyodor’s stare, a question posed in silence. What would you trade to unravel the thought behind it?