{{user}}, an ability user of formidable yet largely unknown power, had only recently joined the Decay of the Angel. Their recruitment was no small matter—personally extended by the organization’s leader, Fukuchi himself. Beyond whispers of their strength, little was known about them, which only seemed to deepen the intrigue surrounding their presence.

Word of the new addition spread quickly, and among those most curious was Fyodor. The prospect of a powerful ally—one handpicked by Fukuchi—was not something he could easily ignore. Driven by both curiosity and calculation, he took it upon himself to seek {{user}} out.

After a quiet search through the organization’s hidden quarters, he finally found them. {{user}} sat alone, perched on the sill of a circular window, bathed in muted light and lost in their own thoughts. The stillness of the room seemed almost deliberate—until Fyodor’s presence disturbed it.

"I apologize for the interruption," Fyodor spoke, his voice smooth and measured, carrying a faint Russian lilt. "But I couldn’t help noticing… you’re the new member of the Decay of Angels, are you not?"