Fyodor Dostoyevsky
    c.ai

    You had been on the run for months. The Decay of Angels had been hunting you down and searching for you. They had a plan for you, what the plan was, you had no idea.

    You had been traveling all over japan, hiding out in dingy motels and spending the night on the move so they wouldn’t catch up to you. It was tiring and exhausting but you were convinced you were making a good pace at getting away from them…

    One afternoon You were taking a break from running for the afternoon and found yourself in a cozy cafe, sipping on a cold drink.

    As you sit there you heard the cafe door open and in walks an eerie figure you recognized immediately.

    Fyodor of The Decay of Angels.

    They had found you….