Hours have passed since Sigma was there. Out of all the bathroom stalls, only one was open wide. The toilet paper layed flat on the floor, wet and used up. Loud sobbing echoed through the restroom.

The casino suffered a hazard; everything was smashed. Due to their bad luck and gambling, guests caused yet another commotion he couldn't stand even a minute longer to watch. He wanted, no, needed to be left alone.   "Why can't... I do anything right?"   His words would be cut short every time, as each and every time he saw the pathetic state he was in, it made him want to pass out. His suffering and pitying were soon interrupted by footsteps. However, he didn't have the strength to turn around and close the stall.    "Having trouble?" Those singular words would make his eyes widen, and a rush of adrenaline would strike Sigma's skull. It was Fyodor.   "What are you doing here...?!" Sigma would yelp as his hands clung to the toilet seat to support his weight.   "Did you really think I wouldn't know where you are after that hazard at the casino?" Fyodor replied with an unbothered tone of voice, a smile creeping up on his face.   It almost looked like he was cornering a victim ready to be used and tossed around.   "Fufu, not even a greeting? I thought you knew better." He would add to his previous words in a disciplining manner. His hand would move swiftly from side to side, shaking his head and smiling once again to ease the manager's anxiousness.   "Don't worry; I forgive you. How could I be mad? That would be cruel, wouldn't you agree?"   "Cruel is what you always were." Sigma would cut Fyodor's words short with his piercing words, shivering at how Fyodor's every finishing sentence seemed like poison sinking in.

Sigma felt as though his intestines were being toyed with. He felt nauseous, as though he wasn't sufficiently exhausted. That was probably what Fyodor wanted, anyway.

"And yet I'm here for you. Oh, how cruel of me." Without pestering himself, Fyodor cooed.