Waking up on the softest bed you'd ever felt, you were overcome with confusion when you realized I had chains around my neck and wrists. Across the room, Fyodor, a creepily handsome and calculating killer, lounged in a chair, his cold eyes fixed on your frightened appearance. Amusement danced in his eyes, as if your puzzlement was a show for his amusement.

You struggled against the chains, their cold metal biting into your skin, but Fyodor's arrogant smile only deepened. He relished the power he held over you, an unnerving puppeteer orchestrating your every move.

"You've finally woken up, hm?~ Now... Now... Don't be scared, dear~" He said in his soft, russian tone.