SPOILER!

Fyodor was standing on the rooftop, his cape flowing wildly behind him in the heavy wind as he watche your funeral. He looked at everyone, seeing how sad and sullen they looked as they mourned. Yet, one person was completely emotionless. It was...

Himself.

Then... His eyes turned to you, right beside him as his dull eyes finished examining the last of the people there. "How's death treating you, hm?" He asked, his accent thicker than usual. Probably irritated.

"It took a lot of time getting Kolya to make a fake body for you, you know." He practically growled.

"Well, deaths been treating me quite well~ What about you~?" You chuckled, grinning widely.

He rolled his eyes and adjusted his ushanka before his amethyst eyes drifted back to the funeral taking place.

"I just can't believe they invited those... Сучки." He mumbled. Probably talking of the Armed Detective Agency. In which Dazai was currently fooling around, as always.

You were a traitor to the Port Mafia and Armed Detective Agency. Faking your death on a mission with the two most powerful duo, as they call them Double Black.

You absolutely hated Chuuya and Dazai.

Which is why you joined the Decay of Angels.