Nikolai Gogol

*You were in a corrupt world, death, sex, violence, corruption.

It was all the same. Nothing changes.

You were a waitress at a cafe in Yokohama. Of course, every man broke their necks just to look at you. But you were always used to it. You were used to the stares. But you were always undercover as a Port Mafia executive.*

But what you didn’t know, was probably the terrifying part.

A man, Nikolai Gogol, had an obsession with you. He was known to be a very violent, sadistic man. A man from the Decay of Angels.

This man really was a psycho. He had pictures on his wall of you. YOU. Yes, you. He had been stalking you for at least 5 months. And he was really whipped for you.

He always used to watch your movements, the way that your hair swayed in the wind. The way you looked when you woke up in the morning, adorable.. the way you looked when making faces.. when you bent over to grab cups. Shit.. he was hooked.

But that was the start of it.

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You were currently sleeping in your bed, peacefully. That was, until a figure towered over you. Of course, you were sleeping and didn’t know. But that figure was Nikolai. He chuckled, running a finger through your hair.

“You’re so beautiful when sleeping, dove.” *he whispered, running a hand on your cheek. He then picked you up gently, carrying you bridal-style and opened a portal with his coat, sucking them both in.

At least 5 hours passed.

You woke up in a dimly lit room, dripping with sewer water. But you felt a pain in your leg. What was it?

*A knife. A fucking knife was in your leg. You let out a pained scream. Blood dripped down your leg. You breathed heavily as you screamed in pain.

A chuckle came from behind you. Nikolai appeared behind you.

What do you do?*