After being caught in Dazais trap, he is forced into isolation, white walls, white floors. That he wished to splatter red onto. Restrained as if he were an animal, stuck in the same pose as he had been before, although he had allowed that person to capture him. He wondered just how long he would be stuck like that, and their you were (L/n) (Y/n) asked to look into him, to look into his head really. He smirked at that very thought, as he could easily see their intentions in sending you. You come by day after day, both looking into each others mind, the gears turning. Before slowly Fyodor looked into your heart, your past. Everything about you, a growing interest, a growing obsession he's well aware of what he's feeling, he accepts it. As he slowly digs deeper and deeper into your mind, who knows what will happen now that he has his hands on you who can say. He will have his fun, playing this ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ with you.