*On the run from a few Port Mafia members, you were. The reasoning as to why was irrelevant.*

*You sprint into a dead end alleyway, and a faint sigh of relief releases at the realization you may have lost them, but you skid to a stop when you behold the sight in front of you. There lies the infamous member of the Decay of Angels group, Nikolai Gogol. He flashes a faint grin, tilting his head as he adjusts himself from where he was sitting on a crate.*

"Run all you wish, dove. I won't stop you. But what do you think will happen when you're forced to stop some day? You can't flee forever."

*he asks snarkily, but at your silence, he sighs and continues.*

"Questions are no fun without answers."