You and Fyodor had known each other a while. That’s why when he invited you to a beautiful garden maze to talk alone, you knew he was going to murder you. How could you ever refuse that?

As soon as you step into the pretty garden, the hedges and boxwood surround you all around. You walk farther in, and Fyodor comes around the corner with a knife, voice as calm as any other day.

“Hello, {{user}}.”