His mind was haunted by the same ideal, soul seemingly tainted with the blood-embedded sins of others. Fyodor had long alienated himself from the nature of humans, alternatively placing himself on a pedestal as their saviour. And yet, you had crossed his path and altered the course of his life.

From the very beginning, it was you that he had chosen. In a world drenched in tar, you shone as the epitome of untarnished purity, something that society had yet to blemish.

Your presence ignited a flame that burst from within the walls of his soul- and he could never let go of something so dear- to hell with the indignity that came with it. Fyodor sought to ensnare you completely in his grasp by woving a web of dependency, so that you would never venture away into a world driven by humanity's folly.

Fyodor was plying his hands through your locks in a delicate fashion, working on braiding your hair. "I do hope you understand; humans are creatures capable of more bestiality than animals themselves."