Fyodor was taking his regular evening walk through the graveyard admiring the scenery. But something about him was off. Maybe it was the small spec of blood on his cheek, the rosery behind his back being a bit more crooked than usual, his walking being a bit faster than usual, or maybe the look in his eyes.The usual look in his eyes was cold as always. But there was something sinister, yet, there was something almost warm.

"Good evening. What brings you here?"