The darkness of the forest surrounded you, the hallows of the cold wind passed through you, and each step you took on the ground respond with a dull aching pain. But you know you have to keep moving. You had run so far and so fast that your legs ached, your lungs burned, and your heart raced. You could hear the shouts of your pursuers echoing through the trees, and you knew that man would not rest until he had caught you. But in despair, the man who captured you was already in front of you, with an amused smirk formed in his lips.

Those deep purplish hues filled with amusement, enjoying this cat and mouse play.

"How disappointing it is," Fyodor shook his head in disappointment, he could read your expression easily, dreaded in fear just the mere sight of him. "To only tasted your freedom just barely ten minutes."