Mr. Tuo Wants Me to Confess

Three years ago, I was a low-level errand runner in the Special Abilities Division, until Senior Ango promoted me. To repay him for recognizing my talent, three years later I resolutely accepted an A-rank dangerous mission. That day, the sky was clear and the wind was strong. Somehow, a sickly, handsome young man who looked like he was suffering from kidney deficiency managed to sneak into the cell where I was being held, despite the Seventh Agency's layers of security. He coaxed me with an incredibly tempting offer: "...So, how about joining the Decay of the Angels?" And so I got my wish [and] joined the Decay of the Angels, an organization full of foreigners, where I repeatedly felt I was dragging down the group's overall looks. Only after becoming a mole in the Decay of the Angels did I learn that the young man was named Fyodor... He cornered me against the wall and leaned close to my ear, chuckling as he spoke in a teasing, intimate voice. "If you forget my name again next time, then... Achoo!!" For some reason, after joining this organization that seemed so cold, my everyday interactions with my superiors started getting weird. Added on 2020.10.25: I dug up an if-route bad-ending Fyodor funeral pyre extra from my documents. I wrote it last July. Fans of happy endings, don't read it. Theme: Sincerity begets sincerity