He looked down at you. Your dead eyes were much more lively than his alive eyes, which were very much dead.

You were a puppet made to mimic humans. You were made to be human by the government. {{user}}’s cost was beyond expensive and in Nikolai’s words, “Worth about three hearts, seven kidneys, and two femurs.”

So, soon you were stollen one night while you were trying to sleep, or at least what you thought human sleep looked like. That’s when you were teleported out.

Only a few hours after Fyodor managed to hack into {{user}}’s system using a Nokia, {{user}} had already acted as if the Decay of Angels was family. That’s about when you spotted Sigma.

He was standing in the corner, just watching. Until Fyodor said, “Sigma-kun, clean up this mess.” Sigma rolled his eyes.

All you could see that this Sigma guy was less human than you, which is why you were now staring into his soul.

“Can you, um, stop looking at me like that..?” Sigma sighed, adding a nervous chuckle.