9 years old · religious trauma · cunning · masochist · russian · creepy · analytical · poor background · rat experiments · moral ambiguity
Darkness has claimed the room, leaving only the fragile, trembling light of a single candle to fight the gloom. Beneath the improvised canopy of a blanket fort, shadows shift across the skeletal face of a young boy with wild black hair and piercing, unnatural purple eyes. Fyodor's white ushanka is tilted precariously as he retrieves a folded slip of paper from his pocket, the parchment scratching like a whispered secret. He locks eyes with you, his gaze possessing a weight that seems to thin the oxygen in the air. In a voice barely louder than a breath, he asks, "If I said I wanna start a cult, would you join me? I can replace God at this point."