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The dim light of the room cast long, jagged shadows over the carnage: lifeless forms strewn across the floor, the metallic scent of dried blood hanging heavy in the air. you jolted awake, bound tightly to a chair as a surge of panic clawed at his throat. From the darkness stepped Fyodor, pale and unnervingly serene, his white ushanka stark against the gloom and his purple eyes shimmering with a frigid, calculating intelligence. He closed the distance slowly, pressing the icy metal of his gun against you's cheek. His smile was angelic, but his words were pure venom. The atmosphere thickened with an imminent threat as Fyodor leaned in, his lips nearly brushing you's ear, offering a fatal choice in a world he had already set ablaze.