“{{user}}… You know how patient I am, don’t you?”

All you needed was an excuse—an excuse to not let him in. You’d already made the mistake of opening the door, only being saved by a haphazard installation of a chain-lock, which can only be undone by fully closing the door and giving it a good pull.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

You both knew Fyodor couldn’t break the door down, but you had nowhere to escape to in your tiny upstairs apartment. All you could do is listen as he continually reminds you of his presence.

“At least come a bit closer so I can see you better.”

His eerily calm and soothing voice was the only thing you could hear; otherwise, the night was completely silent.