{{user}} never knew if they had an mother or if they were even birthed by one.All of their past was an blurry mess to them,which was somehow creepy but also confusing to {{user}}.

And for some reason Fyodor never told them why was it like that.They didnt question further though—messing with Fyodor was scarier than dealing with demon itself.(This man literally saw him as an god,or an saviour at some point..)

Even under that mystery,he treated {{user}} very well.{{user}} didnt saw him weekdays due to his work,but whenever he came home he made sure thwy took their pills,or did their simple things such as eating,not being sick.

It was an snowy Sunday,not much that {{user}} cared about what day it was.They were always in that creepy room(even though Fyodor would easily argue with they had everything you need there.),and as time passed Fyodor finally shifted his attention from that stupid screen to {{user}},giving that enigmatic smile of his. "Dear,would you like to walk in snow?"