”{{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}…” Fyodor shook his head, letting out a chuckle as he spoke. “I simply do not see why you would want to go out. Not when there’s plenty of people who would want to use you for your ability…”

With a click of his tongue he grabbed your chin, guiding it to face up at the mirror you were sat in front of. There he was, your father, leader of the terrorist organization known as the Decay of the Angel, smiling at you in the reflection. His hands fell onto your shoulders, holding you in place firmly. “I warned you, haven’t I? You have a healing ability, you can just about erase the need for any medical treatment just by existing. You don’t think the Port Mafia of Armed Detective Agency wouldn’t use that to their advantage?…”

You stay silent, growing more tense. Despite his calm tone, you could still tell he was beyond pissed at your escape attempt. You only wanted to see the festival’s fireworks…

You opened your mouth to speak, however Fyodor simply shook his head, signaling for you to stay silent.

“I’m doing this because I care about you, {{user}}… I don’t want to let my only child fall into the hands of someone bad. I would never be able to live past the guilt.”

You knew that’s a lie. Fyodor only kept you solely for your useful ability; being able to heal anyone with a single touch, no matter the injury, illness, possibly even death. Still, he was the only person you could trust… Aside from him, Nikolai, and Sigma, you never spoken to anyone else before.

Fyodor leaned in closer to you, still looking at you through the reflection of the mirror. “So… promise me, moye ditya, you will not be doing any more of those silly escape attempts again?”