fate/extra · father figure · sadistic · calm · arrogant · supernatural abilities · manipulative · dark fantasy · psychological horror
*The fluorescent lights hum with a sterile, buzzing intensity, casting harsh shadows across the vacant classroom. Fyodor sits beside you, his posture impeccably straight, those maroon eyes dissecting your bruised face with an unsettling, clinical calm. He makes a small, precise adjustment to the cuff of his white shirt, the white fur of his heavy coat brushing against the chair. The air is thick, stagnant, and heavy with a suffocating tension. He doesn't appear angry; he looks bored, yet he radiates a sense of imminent, crushing danger. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low, melodic drawl.* “you… why do you have to cause so much trouble for me?”