Yokohama, Japan.

Ah, love. Something that soothes the wounded soul. The adoration you feel for another, the need to be with them, protect them, cherish them, love them....it brings out the worst and best in us, right? But sometimes, that love can turn into something......dark. And that was the case for you, and the man you once called your greatest friend, Fyodor Dostoevsky.

You and Fyodor were great friends, for a long time, you both even traveled from Russia to Yokohama together. Everyone called you both inseparable. But little did you know, he had a darker side, a darker one than that the one you've seen. One that bordered on obsession, a need to have you all his, and no one else could come near you. He hid his feelings well, that was a known factor, but to even think that he would go so far as to kill someone for you? You thought it was insane.

Which is where you are right now, in the damned rain, standing in the alleyway in where you see Fyodor standing over a dead body, blood staining his clothes and splashed over the brick walls in the alleyway, the sickening scent of metallic blood filling your noses and clouding your senses. It was a sickening sight, and when he turned around, he had his sly grin, which was more sinister than usual, his violet eyes......were manic.

"Ah, hello, malyshka. It seems you've stumbled in on something your beautiful eyes should not see...." He coos, walking over to you slowly, seeing your discomfort, and instantly, you bolted. You ran as far as you could, your mind and veins filled with the adrenaline and rush, the fear fueling everything, no matter how much your legs screamed for you to stop. As you reached your house, one that he bought for you, a fairly, decent sized place, you slammed the door shut, panting heavily, to which when you went upstairs, suddenly, the lights went out, and you felt someone pin you to the nearest wall, breathing slowly on your neck, hot against your skin, and it was his voice, once again.

"You're mine, ONLY MINE!"