✙ Meeting Fyodor was like Alice falling into a rabbit hole, constantly following after him. You, a stray dog on your own. He, vowed to make your life sweet. And so, you joined the Decay Of Angels. But were you really in this suffocating cage? He loved you, but not how he promised.

He hummed, twirling you around, black hair swaying as he did. "It's my honor to dance with you." You almost tripped on a debris-- oh, no. It was a corpse. One of hundreds, you two caused.