"𝙒𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧!"
A brutal terrorist attack had sent the world into a frenzy. A series of murders, numbers of buildings being bombed, and missing people cases had all traced back to the grandmaster, you of...
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DID YOU HAVE to wake up so early? At least when you were a lone terrorist you could plan things at your own time, the only time you couldn't is when you were on the run and not acting as a normal civilian. Besides your sulking of waking up early for what Fyodor had placed upon you last minute, what time was it? You can't be bothered to check right now, but since Ivan wasn't here yet, you're fine.
Upon the marble sink was a fresh new pair of clothes. 'How did they get that inside while I was asleep?' You thought, before deadpanning and realizing that anything is possible when people are this crazy. You pick up the clothes and unfold them, inside of the clothes is a note.
"My master had noticed you hadn't brought many clothes along with you, and by his kindness, bought some for you. Please do not be afraid to ask for anything you need here.
- Ivan Goncharov."
Placing the note to the side, you check the clothes and find out they are in your exact size. What a bunch of creeps, they even know what size you wear! The shirt is a simple black button-up with full-length sleeves that stop at your wrists. The pants are black flairs that sit comfortably on your skin, not too tight nor too loose. There is a coat that looks exactly like the usual, deep magenta one you wear. It's a nice thought, but it's creepy as hell.
Why would Fyodor get you clothes to wear for this meeting specifically? Do yours stink? You quickly go and smell the ones you have been wearing, no, there is no smell coming from it. Are the clothes laced with a tracking chip? You thoroughly inspect the clothes, even making a small cut in between the parts of the fabric. There is nothing you are able to find, so you sew it back up with quick and skilled hands. As you sew the clothes, you notice a pair of white gloves, just like the ones you normally wear, and a replacement handkerchief. Did they really pay that much attention to the small things you wear? Just to be safe, you thoroughly wash the handkerchief and gloves to make sure it isn't laced.
Realizing you might've taken too long, you quickly make yourself look presentable to the best of your ability and wear some of the jewelry you normally wear. As you slide your running shoes on, the lock jingles as the mindless servant, Ivan, enters your room. He looks to you and notices you not wearing your heeled boots, but running shoes, and simply looks back up to you with that same eerie smile.
"I see you are ready, I shall inform my master. Please wait here."
As he leaves, you grab the small notebook you have been using to chart down paths in this place, and flip to the page titled 'F.D.'
1. Earlier, he said Ivan would escort me, now Ivan is going to inform him I'm awake. Weird.. 2. Told me about a meeting, when I'm not a member, and still referred to as a "guest" 3. Most likely trying to recruit/use me, likely for my ability
