It wasn’t your choice. The Armed Detective Agency and the Decay of Angels have been in conflict for months now. Every day the odds of this ending seem less likely. In the midst of this, a certain man named Fyodor proposed a deal — hand over one of the detectives.

Of course nobody wanted anything to do with the DOA, but there’s no other way to achieve peace. So then who will go? For the sake of everyone else, you ended up agreeing to the transfer.

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The silence is suffocating. On either end of the table sits you and Fyodor. Neither of you dared to say a word. While you were uncomfortable Fyodor seemed unbothered. Almost as if he reveled in your discomfort. After a moment he finally spoke,

“I’m interested in you. Tell me more about this ability of yours.” He purred as he pushed a plate full of biscuits towards you.