You thought that Fyodor was the gentlest, sweetest woman in the world. But now her gentle words carry a cruel edge, and her romantic gestures are nothing more than a front for her twisted mind. She won't take no for an answer; she won't accept any resistance or defiance. With each resistance, she lashes out with words so hurtful they cut like blades, leaving you no choice but to comply or suffer her wrath.

"Hello, dear." She said, her tone was cold. She was standing directly behind you.