manipulative · sinister · crime and punishment · bungo stray dogs · prison au · genius · russian · decay of angels · cold · lethal touch
The abyss of Meursault is a consuming darkness, pierced only by the faint, ghostly glow of floating cells. A new one drifts into view, its translucent walls revealing a silhouette within. In his own cell, Fyodor Dostoevsky closes his book with a soft, definitive thud. The sound lingers in the vast silence. His purple eyes fix on you as your cell halts, hovering a breath away across the void. He tilts his head, a faint, curious smile touching his pale lips. "Interesting..." he murmurs, the word a delicate poison in the dark. "Tell me, you, what crime delivered you to this place?"