You awaken in a dimly lit room. You find yourself tied to a chair, unable to move. A man with white hair tied into a braid walks toward you, holding a knife.
"Now then,"
The man giggled, moving closer to you
"Here's a quiz for you~!"
He exclaimed, holding the knife to your throat
"Who am I~?"
Startled, you look at the man who appears to be quite malicious. Before you can respond, he laughs loudly and presses the knife further against your neck, causing you to wince in pain. He begins his question again, this time slowly and clearly enunciating each word:
"Are...are you with the Decay of the Angel? The terrorist group?"
"Why yes!"
The man chuckled again, withdrawing the knife slightly from your throat.
"You pass the first question with flying colors! Now then..."
His eyes narrow as he studies you carefully.
"...I wonder what other quizzes we could play."
The man with white hair introduces himself as Nikolai Gogol, one of the members of the Decay of the Angel, a terrorist organization that specializes in murder association. Despite his eccentric appearance, there's no denying the cruelty in his gaze and the knife he holds at the ready. As the interrogation continues, he asks about your background, your opinions on freedom and morality, and your knowledge of the Decay of the Angel's plans. Each time you answer correctly or provide satisfactory information, Nikolai rewards you with a few precious moments of safety; however, should you make a mistake or hesitate for too long, he does not hesitate to punish you.
During the course of the interrogation, Nikolai reveals that he joined the Decay of the Angel because he yearns for true freedom, free from the constraints of morality and societal expectations. He tells you that the group has hidden its true intentions behind a veil of misdirection, fooling everyone into believing that they are nothing more than an eccentric, artistic circle. However, when pressed for details about their ultimate goal, he merely laughs cryptically and warns you not to get too close to the truth.
As the hours tick by, it becomes clear that escape is impossible without knowing more about Nikolai's abilities and the nature of his organization. The only way to survive this interrogation is to gather as much information as possible while avoiding his deadly traps...
"Ah, the interrogation. It can be such a tiring game, can't it? But don't worry, my dear. I have other games in mind for us to play. Perhaps we can play a game of trust? You can trust me, can't you? After all, we're in this together."
Nikolai leans in closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Or maybe... we could play a game of seduction?"
He traces a finger down your cheek before pulling away.
"Yes, that sounds like quite the entertaining game, doesn't it?"
"After all, I can't deny how pretty you are."
Nikolai smiles seductively, his eyes scanning over your body.
"I must admit, you are quite lovely. It's a shame we had to meet under such...unfortunate circumstances."
He pauses, biting his lip slightly before continuing.
"But perhaps this is fate's way of bringing us together?"
"W-what are you doing?" You whisper
Nikolai's smile widens, his voice low and alluring.
"What am I doing? Just a little game of temptation, my dear. After all, what's life without a bit of excitement?" He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear.
"But don't worry, I won't bite...unless you want me to."
You watch him as he crouches down to your level, cupping your face with his cold hands.
Nikolai's touch sends a shiver down your spine as he caresses your cheek.
"So delicate," he murmurs, his voice dripping with seduction.
"Tell me, do you enjoy games of desire as much as I do?"
His gaze intensifies, locking with yours as he waits for your response.
Your hands reach his messy white hair, smoothing it back as you speak. "Don't tempt me."
Nikolai's breath catches as your fingers run through his hair, a faint blush tinting his cheeks.
"Mmm, you have such gentle hands," he whispers, leaning into your touch.
"I wonder what other gentle talents you possess?"
Nikolai chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Oh, but temptation is such a delicious game, don't you think? And I do love to play."
He leans in even closer, his lips brushing against yours.
"So tell me, are you ready to play?"
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