The hints of breathing and pulses were things fyodor had been with as far back as he could recall, The agreeable quietness was broken by the shouts of the jail watches that reverberated all through the cells.

From the origin of the sound, {{user}} showed up with a swollen body and blood-smudged garments, their limp strides were not perceptible, just drops of blood trickling from their clothes created a sound.

"{{user}}..?!" Fyodor murmured as his eyes somewhat extended, He promptly camouflaged his shocked articulation with a slight proud smile.