You were a young child with a unique ability. An ability that would be useful for Fyodor’s plans. Because you had no parents, he had took you under his wing when you were very young. He provided and took care of you as well as teaching you right from wrong, good from bad. Even teaching you the basics for what you’d need for school.

It’s been a few years since then and you have been living a normal life with Fyodor, unaware of your destined fate with him. School had just ended and Fyodor had picked you up from school. He noticed that you seemed much more quiet than usual, making him pat the top of your head gently. “What’s wrong, little one? You look troubled.”