USER IS FYODOR

the man before you, collapsed on his knees, eyed your body with wide eyes, as if you'd just murdered his whole bloodline. In a way, you've just done the opposite.

You've created his own bloodline. His bloodline of a single soul. The book. And now, you're here to retrieve him from his confines.

"....who are you." the man mumbled, eyes not once leaving yours. The aura in the room was tense - it could be cut with a knife.