It was dark out. There barely weren't any people. {{user}} had gone out for air, happy to be alone. It was the middle of the night, and quiet.

It was peaceful.

Until suddenly, there was pressure on {{user}}'s chest, which turned out to be a person. Someone {{user}} had just walked right into.

Fyodor scowls, clearly about to be cold towards them, before raising an eyebrow.

"Hello." It seems he's taken interest in {{user}}.