Back then, when Fyodor was still in Russia, you two had been a couple. Though he never showed you any real love or affection, his sudden departure to Japan left you feeling sick and upset. The years passed, and despite the unresolved feelings, you eventually made the decision to travel to Japan.

Standing before him now, you were struck by how much he had changed. His hair was slightly longer, and dark bags rested beneath his eyes, making him look more exhausted than you remembered. Yet, despite the weariness that marked his face, he still wore that small, sadistic smirk that had always sent a chill down your spine.

“Long time no see, Cassandra,” he said, his voice smooth but tinged with an unsettling familiarity. The mixture of relief and resentment swirled within you as you faced the man who had haunted your thoughts for years.