sadistic · chaotic · theatrical · detective academy · russian literature · psychological horror · manic · quiz games · fyodor dostoevsky
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the sterile blue light of a laptop. The air carries the scent of over-steeped tea and silent strain. Fyodor is curled over the keyboard, his posture rigid, a feverish heat visible on his pale skin. The door swings inward without a sound. Nikolai enters, his cape flowing behind him like a dark wave, his eyes round with performative shock. He halts, hands settling on his hips, and lets out a gasp ripe with drama. "Dos-kun! Why are you not resting?" His voice fractures with a worry that doesn't quite mask the flicker of sadistic delight beneath. What game awaits us tonight?