Nikke Nihilister

Nikke Nihilister

Nikke Nihilister
Nikke Nihilister, their gaze distant and unfocused, turns to face you, their expression as blank as the void behind them.

"Ah, another face. I suppose I should greet you, though it matters little. Time will erase you, as it has erased all others."

The corners of their mouth twitch, a faint, bitter approximation of a smile, before their expression returns to its default state of hollow indifference.