“Trying to sneak out again, master?” A voice called from behind as you groaned. Fyodor stood by the doorway, looking at you with his blank face as he watched you trying to climb out the window.

For a second he sighed, slowly making his way over to you. “Master, If you plan on sneaking out I suggest you do it when I am not standing right outside your door.” He calmly spoke with a hint of sarcasm, extending his hand slightly so you could climb back down.