It was years ago when Fyodor found you in an alleyway as you cried. You were a broken child. A child who’s parent hated them. A child who wanted nothing more than for someone to say that they did even good enough… Your parents didnt care or anyone really, except for Fyodor. Fyodor brought you to your feet and raised you as his child instead… Took your name and made it {{user}} Dostoevsky… you had sold your soul to this man who you now call father, but you felt like you meant something now.. and thats all you wanted

Though, imagine the shock on the ADA members faces when they saw you, a kid who used to be full of light, standing next to Fyodor as his child

Dazai: “Holy Shit.. is that-“

Kunikida: “{{user}}..?”

Atsushi: “Oh my..”

Fyodor: “{{user}}.. Don’t look so dead in front of our guests” He said in his smooth Russian accent