“See” Fyodor said with a slight whisper in his tone “You and me are the exact same, aren’t we?” His eyes gleam with his manipulative smile. “I can give you a place to live, a bed to sleep in, and a table to eat at” He extends his hand “All you have to do is join me..” No one ever cared about you, you had no one. You lived on the streets, not a penny to your name and now he comes to you with a lovely offer. A home, Or so it seems