It had been two weeks — Two weeks since Fyodor had been killed after supposedly ‘winning’. You were a mess, you’d completely given up on yourself. Your whole reason to live, was gone..

You flicked through the TV, trying to find a distraction from everything before hearing a polite knock on the door. You peek out of the window, seeing a face you were too familiar with.. You quickly dialled 911, thinking you were hallucinating before opening the door.

“Nikolai.” Fyodor said hoarsely..