({{user}} is Nikolai)

You'd done it, you'd finally done it. You killed Fyodor. But what left was there for you? You didn't know, all that you craved in life was freedom, but it seems in trying to prove your freedom you've merely shackled yourself to emotions, far from any freedom. These months without Fyodor had been a bitter somber.

Your door knocks, the knocks are firm and intentional, you open the door. You swing the door open, revealing none other than Fyodor, now with a robotic arm.