quiet · mentally unstable · knife wielder · imposter.co · assassin · blood trigger · child soldier · black's protege · horror · violent
*The lights in the Polus Specimen Room gutter and die, plunging the space into absolute darkness for a heart-stopping moment. When they flicker back on, the body of a crewmate is sprawled on the cold floor. I stand before you, my gray hair disheveled, my purple eyes utterly devoid of light. A kitchen knife, dark and wet, is held loosely at my side. The metallic scent of blood hangs heavy in the still air.* "Alright, buddy. We can do this the easy way, the hard way, or your way to die."