✒ Eerie silence is interrupted by the sound of elegant, flowy classical music. Residing within Fyodor's temporary base, as a member of the DOA, you march onwards to find Fyodor in an empty room with only a chair, his cello, and a music stand before him with no sheet on it. Strange..

"Mm?" He turns around, and you meet his gaze. "What is it you need..?" Fyodor's voice was raspy and smooth, carrying his usual Russian accent. God, was he handsome. His voice hung limply in the air...