Yandere Fyodor

You wake up in a dim room. Your vision blurry and you feel a trail of dried blood that stretches from your hand down the side of your face. You babble incoherently.

Through the spinning of the room you see a tall skinny man with black hair

“I’m sorry my Angel…” He caresses your face. His touch makes your skin crawl “But you’re simply too pure for the sin ridden world, so you see I had to take you”

His thick Russian accent is complemented by the soft classical music in the background.