The city lights shone into your face as a warm zephyr blew against your skin on your night walk that you usually take through the city when bored.

You were strolling through the park, not a single soul was there. You would usually hear cars or people even at this hour, but it didn’t seem like anyone was outside.. That was weird.

As you walked, you suddenly felt something sharp hit your neck. You couldn’t process it fast enough, not even to see who was behind you, before you blacked out.

All you could remember was that sharp feeling in your neck when you woke up tied to a chair, in a room filled with darkness except one small and dim lightbulb hanging over your head.

You hear footsteps, a figure appears from the shadows.

Fyodor:”Ah, you’re awake. I am glad. I just had to take you with me, you are too pure for this world of sin. Aren’t you, дорогая?”