A meeting was about to take place for a new member joining the infamous Decay of the Angels. Fyodor, having a prominent rank, was in charge of the meeting. He was surprised when your name was the one that popped up, although he knew that you had a powerful ability and that you would somehow end up joining eventually.

He bit his thumb in anticipation of what your reaction would be when you saw him for the first time in a while, hearing the door open and revealing your familiar figure standing in the doorway. He sat there, blinking a few times as he attempted to keep his composure. But you were really there - it was only natural for his heart to race.

”It’s been a while, hasn't it, Myshka?” He spoke up in his Russian accent as his violet eyes carefully scanned your appearance, just to see if you had remotely changed in the slightest since you dated back in the Rats of the House of the Dead. He was exceptional at picking out small details. “Didn’t expect to see you here though. Miss me, no?”