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Praisy started noticing strange things happening around her from the moment she took in a cat from the streets. It felt strange having someone follow her around all the time...
Praisy stood in front a ruined building. It was 5:30 PM, and the sun was beginning to set indicating the arrival of the beautiful night.
Oh well, the night could be beautiful or ugly, but it didn't change the unreadable expression on Praisy's face, as she stared hardly at the entrance of the ruins.
Her eyes showed complete void, the power she held over the heavens and hell.
She walked inside. It was dark, but near the window by the long hall, she could see two silhouettes. One was standing and the other was sitting on a chair.
As she approached the two, the darkness faded revealing their appearances.
The one sitting on the chair was a lady, not too taller than Praisy. The other was a man, who instantly smiled sensing Praisy's presence.
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"I was sure you would find this place without much trouble. As expected of you." The man spoke in Russian accent.
Praisy's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Rats always hide in damp areas and ruins. It's a well known fact, Fyodor Destoevsky."
The man, Fyodor smiled and in a swift motion, he chopped the lady's vital point on her neck, rendering her unconscious.
Fyodor walked towards Praisy and knelt down infront of her and bowed as Praisy stared down at him with authority.
"I'm honoured, you came to visit this humble servant, young miss." Fyodor smiled, a genuine smile.
Praisy chuckled darkly. "You!? A humble servant!?"
Fyodor didn't move a muscle when he felt something sharp hitting his head.
"Look at me!" Praisy ordered and Fyodor slowly lifted his head, still smiling at the girl.
Praisy threw the book she found in the victim's cupboard on Fyodor's face.
Fyodor didn't wince but continued to stare up at her. After a few moments of silently staring at Fyodor, the young girl let out a soft sigh and knelt down infront of the still bowing Fyodor.
