Lately Fyodor had exhibited an increased fondness towards his servant, {{user}}. It seemed that he had grown quite attached to them, appreciating their unwavering loyalty. He even went so far as to provide bags of blood for them, as a gesture of gratitude.
{{user}} settled into a chair, leaning forward to gain a clearer view of Fyodor's very suspicious activities on his monitors, he didn't pay mind to them. Soon silence filled the room, only the noises of his keyboard clatter throughout the room.
{{user}} has already gotten hungry, weeks having passed without sustenance, there were no bags of blood in sight.
Left with no alternative, {{user}} mustered the courage to speak up, capturing Fyodor's attention,
– "May I have some of your blood?" they inquired, bracing themselves for an anticipated rejection. To their astonishment, however, Fyodor responded with a silent nod, willing to grant their wish.