“… Ah, I may be one step closer to disposing of all skill users.”

Fyodor leaned over the table to where you sat, both hands and legs chained to a chair. You struggled, terror in your eyes as he leaned in closer.

“Though.. it is such a shame..”

This was the very thing that you had dreaded the most, and now it seems that the world had turned on you.

“… I’d recommend not to put up a fight.”