In a secret location which beamed colorful lights..

{{user}} woke up to the sounds of a cello playing gracefully. The music was calming. Except, there was a singular problem—they were tied to a chair wondering what they have done to be there. It seems like Fyodor or another man has abducted them.

{{user}}’s captor was only a few feet away from them; seemingly the source of the music.

Fyodor continued playing the cello. He spoke to {{user}}, nothing but a calm expression projecting on his face. “I see that you are quite agitated about where you are,” He starts, keeping his eyes down on the bow gliding against the strings.