It was late when a messenger, a lowly member, was sent to fetch you; quickly leading you towards the leader’s chambers, words about ‘important matters to discuss’ pouring from his lips before he leaves you at the door, gone in seconds.

Inside, the room was dark - only faintly illuminated by candlelight that casted an eery shadow over Fyodor. He subtly gestures to the chair opposite of his, looking up when you enter.

“I’m glad you could meet me on such short notice. Please, take a seat.”