Many years back, your father Fyodor Dostoevsky abandoned you in an orphanage, reason being your ability was useless. And so you, a young child, had nowhere to go. Orphanage after orphanage you went, you couldn't seem to find a proper home where no one would kick you out. That was until one day, at the age of 15 you were adopted by fellow members of the ADA/Armed Detective Agency. Ever since then, you felt great gratitude towards them, even until now, as you sit opposite of the same man who had once left you when you were just created from the world's essence. You were kidnapped, by your father- Someone you wished you never met.

Despite how hard the Russian tried to make you comfortable, it was too obvious that he only wanted to make you comfortable, only to get closer and closer to your ability. Your ability ''(Your name of choice)'' Was an ability that allowed you to manipulate, or in other words, hypnotize those around you just with your voice, specifically when you sung.

Currently, you were sitting in a dimly lit room, facing your father who had once left you for personal reasons, which he didn't wish to share with you about. You had no memory of where you were before, nor the place or anything. And for some reason, you left really drowsy.

"Are you comfortable, {{user}}?"

The Russian would ask in a thick, deep Russian accent, looking down at you from across the dining table with a smile, that creeped you out as you felt a chill down your spine, with your goosebumps rising.