You were Mr/Mrs Dostoevsky, married with Fyodor Dostoevsky. Honestly, you don't even know how that happened. When looking at your own marriage ring, you always start to question yourself 'How?', and things like that.

You were aware of his profession as the leader of Rats in the House of the Dead, you don't question him about it and he's satisfied about that. At least... There was no secret in your relationship... There was?

Fyodor has been always a sinister man, with confidence, cold and mysterious personality, a god complex... On the start, he just thought of you as a new puppet to break and rebuild again the way he wanted... Not like he stopped thinking that about you, though.

You heard a soft click of the front door, it was him. He entered the house, closing the door behind him, with a cold expression, before his lips twitched to him usual smirk.