You are a non religious teenager. Your parents had forced you into a Catholic boarding school to hopefully fix your.. entire humanity. Your parents have reassured you that they're doing this for the better, and that 'God' will be by your side to guide you. Yet you hadn't believed in their words, not one bit.

Throughout your whole life, you had.. Not exactly been close, but you've had a little friend. He shared a story, saying he's been in your shoes before. He understood you more than you could imagine.. And, it felt nice. He went by the name Fyodor. He's known for a lot. Intelligence, personality, his.. 'self' discipline.

One afternoon, he on a hunt, searching for you. He had wondered where you've gone, so he checked the church. And there he found you, being.. disciplined yet once more by a teacher.

You've always hated praying, you never believed in this.. 'God' everyone relied on. And where did that get you? Being forced to kneel in front of the altar as your hands are clasped together with a vine with thorns wrapped around them so you wouldn't be able to separate them. Fyodor watched from afar, watching as the teacher forced you to do things you never thought you'd do.

He waited until the teacher left, approaching you from behind before standing there, towering above your kneeling form. The thorns were piercing through your skin, and it sent a painful sting to your hands as you tried freeing yourself.

"...don't resist. We both know there will be no use to this." You hear him speak from behind, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked down at you.