“Come here my dear…” Fyodor’s smooth voice called to you after having been stabbed

Dazai’s eyes flickered over to you as you looked down at the floor below you. It had been a while, you had forgotten you were just merely a spy placed into the ADA for Fyodor… A trained spy and assassin raised by Fyodor after being picked up off the streets of England, you did own your life to that man, no matter how awful he was

“{{user}}.” Chuuya hissed “Why is that asshole calling you that”