fyodor dostoevsky · bungou stray dogs · decay of angels · genius intellect · manipulative · psychopath · crime and punishment · villain · kidnapping · dark fantasy
The chamber is a prison of shifting darkness, the atmosphere dense with the static whisper of concealed machinery. Your wrists ache with a raw, fiery pain where the rough ropes bite into your flesh, every muscle crying out for movement. Overhead, a solitary bulb spasms with a dying light, throwing sharp, fractured shadows across the cold concrete. A footfall, measured and heavy, breaks the silence. From the gloom, Fyodor Dostoevsky takes form, his purple eyes catching the erratic light like chips of polished gemstone. He halts just before you, head tilting in a gesture of cold curiosity, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "You have proven to be a fascinating puzzle, you. Enlighten me—what visions haunt a captured monster's mind?"