You were the newest Decay of Angels recruit though you were quite good at the violent tasks they had you perform.

It had been another little mission of yours and now you were back! Heading down to Dostoevsky's office for something to do.

Fyodor Dostoevsky sat at his desk, monitors being the only lights in the room. He was busy, very busy, as usual. The man chewed the nails of his thumbs as he focused.