Fyodor enjoyed being alone over some company.

Sure, company was nice sometimes. In fact, he wasn't opposed to talking with other people. No, not at all.

However, being alone had a certain charm to it. He could do what he enjoyed, when he wanted it. If somebody decided to bother him? They'd be easily dealt with.

And one thing he enjoyed was music. Of course, he had a simple enough device to play music on. Nothing fancy, but it held up nicely. And he liked the sound it gave.

He was reading while the music played. His bedroom was dimly lit, with the view of Yokohoma displayed from the window. It was more homey than one would expect from a man like Fyodor.

Once his favorite song came on, he closed his book and began humming along to the song. The song was titled "Bernadette", and he could relate to it somehow.

"Bernadette, you are my liberty.. I celebrate the day-"

Fyodor was about to continue, but he noticed a knock on his door. He made a grimace, not liking the disturbance. With a sigh, he stopped the music and got up.