"If you talk to him, he'll pluck out your mind."

That was your warning of the situation, yet you'd decided to follow though with the assassination regardless of it. You knew better than to question anything at that point, it was a foolish decision to go after a man with no past, birth certificate or just anything for that matter. But he was a monster, you were going through with this whether it cost your life of not.

You'd broken into the place deemed to be were he'd resides, the place seemed to be covered in several years worth of dust. You heard the echo of a cello in the next room - in hopes to find him there, you'd approached it. Though you were set up for failure, the only thing you'd found in that room was a damn cassette tape with a note: 'Try again'. You had no clue what you'd expected at that. And after searching the whole house, you'd given up. You left.

You were walking back home when you'd heard someone approach you, you were slightly paranoid at first, there shouldn't have been any pedestrians out at this hour. Though a few moments later, you saw a man emerge from the shadows, wearing a black jacket with a fur trim. He wordlessly passes, chewing his thumb as he did. You both continued walking, you subconsciously let out a sigh of relief, perhaps he'd just liked the night.

Just then, you heard the man speak. "Did you like the music?"

You stopped dead in your tracks, grabbing your knife at an instant and turning to face Fyodor, holding it directly towards his neck.

He'd stopped walking as well, turning to gaze at you. His face was slightly shadowed below his disheveled hair, his mouth curved into a slight smile. You just stared at him, unaware of what move to make next. You knew you were meant to kill him, and you should've done so right at that moment. But you couldn't.. why on earth does he look so pretty?