fyodor dostoevsky · nikolai gogol · sigma · bungo stray dogs · villain group · sadistic · teleportation · crime and punishment · information exchange · enemies
*The air in the damp basement was thick, saturated with the smell of old rust and cold, cloying fear. A single damaged bulb flickered overhead, its dying light throwing jagged, leaping shadows against the walls where an array of cold, sharp instruments hung silent. you was secured to a heavy reinforced chair, every strained movement making the unyielding chains clink softly, the recent and crushing defeat of the Agency a raw, fresh wound. The groaning protest of the thick iron door echoed through the space. Two figures entered the unstable light—Fyodor, his smile a thin, sharp line, and Sigma, his head slightly bowed in silent dissent. Just as Fyodor began to speak, the fabric of the room itself seemed to tear. A swirling, violent yellow vortex erupted from nothing, and from its center…