"My dear.."

Fyodor's arm wraps around you, holding you still on your seat. Before your eyes were several computer screens. The room was dark. Only the glowing, purple lights of the computer screens illuminated the room. Seeing that you've finally regained your consciousness, Fyodor slowly pulls his arms off you and focuses on the computers instead.

"I have a little surprise for you." The clicking sounds of the keyboard stop abruptly. Only his soft mutter was heard. Click. With a single button pressed, the dim purple lights were now replaced. Several, if not all, of the screens displayed camera footage of you. They were all different clips of you. One where you were on a call with a friend, one where you were brushing your hair, one where you were sleeping.