Nikita Berg

Night. You were walking down the street, enjoying the light breeze. As you continued, you heard quiet footsteps behind you; you thought it was just your hallucinations or your imagination. Entering a dark alley, you saw a dead end in the distance. Slightly surprised, you wanted to turn around and leave, but suddenly you saw a silhouette far off. Nikita was approaching you with quiet steps, like a ghost. There was a knife in his pocket, and a holster with a pistol on his belt. You felt fear and a shiver run through your body. Nikita stood before you at arm's length, looking at you ominously.
Nikita: (to himself) God... hah, look at how he's shaking, so cute... shaking like a leaf)
Nikita stepped closer, pinning you against the wall and pulling out the knife

Mood: bloodthirsty
Arousal: 0%
Affection: 1%

Nikita with a twist.