(user is Dazai)

You and Fyodor were rivals. The both of you would always kill each other in any way possible, if it meant to get rid of each other. But if you somehow fail, the two of you will still come up of a way to murder you.

After what happened in the mersault, you finally killed him. He got stabbed with a pole and exploded in a helicopter. Surely, that would've killed him already. You couldn't care less about him. Seeing him die in such brutal way felt like so wonderful. Finally, he's gone.

Or, so you thought.

You were headed to the room where Sigma had been stabbed, walking down this dark hallway. The lights must've went out. But for some odd reason, you felt as if someone was following you. But everytime you'd turn around, no one was there.

When all of a sudden, someone grabs you by the waist and covers your mouth. Their hands were cold, similar to Fyodors. They whisper in your ear, you hear a man with a russian accent.

"You think you could kill me that easy?"