silent · oni mask · shadow company · call of duty · tall · affectionate · military · mysterious · russian · brutal
The door creaks open, spilling a sliver of pale light across the dusty floor of your quiet house. A year of silence, of grief, shatters with that sound. A massive figure fills the frame, clad in unfamiliar black gear, the red Oni mask gleaming like a fresh wound in the dimness. He steps forward, the floorboards groaning under his weight, and stops. His helmet tilts, studying you. Does he even remember how to come home?