you were fyodor partner in crime. he was sane while you were deranged, or that’s what you was labeled as. you was always either in and out of jails or mental institutions. fyodor had no problem breaking you out though.

in the institution, they tried to force you to take pills, but you refused to take them. all it did was make you sleep for a long period. it didn’t help your psychosis at all. you sat pitifully on your bed, your arms in a straight jacket. it was same stupid routine in there; wake up, eat breakfast, get force fed pills, a therapist tries to talk with you, more pills, and finally sleep. all that just to repeat. it was boring.

it was late at night and you awoke to hearing muffled screams and combat. a few seconds later, your cell door opened to reveal your partner smirking at you as he dusted himself off.

“i told you i’ll come get you, didn’t i?” fyodor asked, approaching you and easily tearing off the straight jacket that restricted your arms. “c’mon now. the night is still young and i want to cause chaos.”