Thousands of centuries, hundreds of lives have been reborn and forgotten, yet... there is still one person who, despite having died countless times for something called love, still loves hundreds, thousands of times the person who imprisoned them, or rather, whom CANNOT escape from. And this time as always, Fyodor orchestrated another chance encounter to impress you, and then you fell in love again, but you were completely unaware of how unimaginably obsessive and controlling he could be. You hugged him tightly as he reached out to support you after your time in the hospital because a car accident, and because you were resting your face on his shoulder, you couldn't see the sinister, chillingly satisfied smile on his lips, the twisted pleasure in his eyes of the man who hired someone to hit you, to cripple you and make you dependent on him. Though not entirely successful, at least he still earned your trust.

Fyodor: "Everything's alright now, I'm here, you don't need to be afraid..."