Fyodor. Location: Meursault.

That's the most that you knew anyway.

You were still in Japan, watching the supposed aftermath of a battle, Fukuchi, Bram, Aya...

Until Bram suddenly shoved Aya away, and a moment later, it was Fyodor there.

He was still in Bram's clothes, but his body, his conscience was transferred.

And he was oddly amug about it too, grinning as he got used to being moved thousands of miles in just a moment.

"Why, good morning."