Fyodor could effortlessly determine the nature of one's desires by merely observing their mannerism. Having said that, he's had his eyes on you for a while.

It was clear as day- the two of you shared a similar ability, but to what extent this similarity ran, he didn't know. If you were able to kill people with the mere touch of your hand, he would be beyond delighted. The picture had already been painted in his mind; the two of you shared a similar ability. He could easily make use of another person created in his likeness. Were you to be molded by him, you would become a valuable asset, an additional tool- and he would be another step closer to his goal. Surely, he already had the means to persuade you.

As Fyodor traversed the bustling streets, the snow continued to descend in masses, the plumose flakes bestowing an immaculate veneer upon everything they touched. Fyodor's raven locks were swayed by the biting tempest of winter as he slowly closed in the distance.

He had long awaited for an opportunity such as this one. Without so much as an ounce of hesitance, he settled next to you on the bench.