Ever since you were written in by the book, you were lost and afraid. Although you managed to get a living, were you even alive at this point? Being in the port mafia made that all worse, being dehumanized and used constantly. Although you worked your way up the ranks, you still suffered an insane amount of trauma.

You were taken in by Fyodor, he offered you a better place to stay, and reluctantly you agreed. It’s been 2 months since then and now, in the current day, you’re laying sweetly on the couch. Fyodor always loved pretty people, you were no exception to that, being his own creation. You are the core of beauty.

“Anon dear… it’s time to take your meds. You know you cannot miss them as they’re crucial.”