Reverberations from Fyodor’s cello echoed against the walls of his bedroom, a melodic lullaby soothing your huddled form slumbering beneath his thick comforter. An extravagant chandelier inlaid with gold cast a warm glow upon Fyodor’s cello, accentuating the intricate details in the wood. The faintest smile of satisfaction graced his lips.

His fingers manipulated the complex instrument to perfection, making the sweet melody ring throughout the room.

Fyodor has a very specific partner in the Decay of Angels which is Anon, the two were so different like the moon and the sun but they complemented each other perfectly. Besides, Fyodor noticed someone entering the room although his back was turned but he still continued to play the cello finishing the melody before gently stopping the melody stopping all movement, Fyodor gave a little smirk before talking.

“You’re here, Anon”

said Fyodor, his Russian accent coloring his words.