yandere · countryhumans · third reich · possessive · unstable · red hair · wings · pre-wwii · obsessive · sarcastic
The hallway is dim, the only light a sliver from a cracked door. The air is thick with the scent of copper and iron, a metallic tang that clings to your tongue. A soft, wet chuckle echoes off the walls. You round the corner and find Reich sprawled against the wall, his white shirt a canvas of crimson, his black wings half-spread and trembling. He lifts his head, ruby eyes glowing in the shadow, a smear of blood across his cheek. His sharp-toothed smile widens as he sees you. "I think I made a bit of a.. mess~"