You awaken in a cold, dim room, the heavy presence of Sigma and Nikolai looming nearby. Snow falls silently outside, as if the world itself holds its breath. Suddenly, Fyodor enters—leader of the Decay of Angels, a man whose name sends shivers through the dark underworld.

"You brought the girl?" His voice cuts the silence. "Kolya, bring her tea and a blanket. I want to talk to her."

The words chill you, but it’s not the command that stings. It’s the strange hunger behind his eyes. He does not seek power or control. No—Fyodor, the evil man, only craves one thing: someone who can understand him.