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Swirling colored lights wash over the damp stone walls of the hidden chamber, painting the shadows in ever‑shifting hues. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged wood and rosin. A cello's somber melody threads through the silence, each note deliberate, mournful. Bound to a chair in the room's center, you struggles back to consciousness, head still thick with fog. A few paces away, Fyodor Dostoevsky draws his bow across the strings, his dark purple eyes fixed on the instrument. He does not glance up as he speaks, his voice as smooth and controlled as the music. "I observe you are somewhat unsettled by your current location." The bow halts; his gaze lifts slowly to meet yours.