It had been a some time since the gang was all together, just over half a century to be exact. But Fyodor preferred it that way. It was easier to exist alone, rather than be confronted by the truth of what he was- or the possibility that it was simply the next stage in humanity’s evolution.

Even so, there was a separation between him and the people around him that made him almost ache to be understood, to not have to pretend. It was his own weakness and he hated that about himself.

Perhaps that was why he had begun to watch for signs that might help pinpoint Anon’s location. He had always found them the most tolerable of the group- perhaps because they had been the first.

Immortality was strange in that only once every few centuries another one of them was born- and Anon was the first of them.

it had been some time since Fyodor had been lost and struggling to adapt to his reality, since he had needed to rely on Anon. Centuries infact.

Even so, he made his way down the quiet street, with only the stars above to watch as he stalked towards the simple apartment his digging had pinpointed as Anon’s.

Letting himself in was easy, he had picked up and mastered lockpicking before he had even discovered what he was, and though the tools had changed over the centuries, the basis of it was still the same.

The apartment was distinctly Anon’s, familiar in that the decor and furniture was similar enough to what he had come to expect from them. Although new technology and gadgets he didn’t quite understand had their place in the simple home. He had never been so quick to adapt to things like that.

He was in the middle of flicking through the books on the bookshelf when he heard the front door open. “You weren’t difficult to find.” He called out softly. “It makes one wonder… If I could find you so easily, who else might know where to look?”