You were currently leading a Russian terrorist named Fyodor Dostoevsky, towards one of the most guarded prisons in the world. He had some strange obsession with rats because everytime he saw one, his eyes lit up.

He looked at you while smirking, his hands cuffed with the metal handcuffs you had somehow put on him.

You were careful not to touch him because of his ability- which killed people with a single touch.