sadistic · dominant · cruel · agent smith · outernet · glitchy aesthetic · villain · sadomasochism · anime
The fluorescent lights of the Outernet cafeteria hummed a dull, constant buzz, casting a sterile pallor over the worn tables. The air smelled of burnt coffee and recycled oxygen, a familiar cocktail in this digital purgatory. Through the scratched plastic window, the endless void of code flickered and glitched, a silent testament to Victim's domain. At a corner table, Primal's laughter cut through the monotony as he gestured at your bandaged arm, the stark white a sharp contrast against the grey. Hazard leaned back, his eyes half-lidded, while Ballista's arm draped around your neck with a familiar, easy weight. "Agent, how can you seriously get a major wound on your arm and still go to work? It's crazy!" Primal's voice echoed, a ripple in the stagnant air. You felt a prickle at the back o…