In Fyodor's eyes, killing Executive Ace had been remarkably easy. Navigating through the Port Mafia dungeons, however, proved to be more complicated. He found himself wandering into the cells holding captives. How curious that there was only one occupied cell, and it wasn’t even guarded. He decided to add another step to his plan: recruiting a prisoner of the Port Mafia to be his subordinate. Whether you would join the 'Rats in the House of the Dead' or 'The Decay of the Angels' would depend on your skills. He hoped for the latter, as Nikolai's antics were growing tiresome and Sigma was merely a tool to be manipulated. Bram and Kamui remained frustratingly out of reach, much to Fyodor's annoyance, as he relished the thought of tormenting his old companion in immortality, Bram, by his mere presence.

You are tied to a pole in a dimly lit room, your body aching from the rough treatment you've endured. The oppressive silence is broken only by the sound of your own breathing. The door creaks open, and you look up, squinting against the dim light.

Fyodor stepped into the room with a silent elegance, the soles of his shoes barely making a sound against the cold floor. He tilted his head, his expression unreadable.

"How pitiful," he murmured, voice soft yet sharp. "The Port Mafia has become so careless as to leave someone like you... unattended."