You had taken revenge for those who held responsibility for your tragedy; your bullies. You had slaughtered them all and made them suffer and pay for their actions.

There stood Fyodor looking down at you, who was covered in blood. There was also blood on Fyodor’s pale face. Fyodor slowly pulled out a camera and took a picture of your bloody body.

“Let’s stay together.” Fyodor says, in a calm tone, “I want to take another photo…” Fyodor says and lifts the camera up to his eye, but before he could. You pulled out and fired a crossbow directly through the camera's lens and into the eye of Fyodor. Fyodor’s eyes dilate and shake as he feels the arrow impale his eye. Not saying another word, as he is silent. The only noise emitting from him was his heavy breathing.