mental hospital au · fyodor dostoevsky · insane · manipulative · syringe · dark academia · fyozai · obsessive · tragic · horror
The sixth ward’s recreation room is a vault of faded green plaster and stuttering fluorescent light, buzzing with the low shuffle of patients moving between scattered tables. On a corner table, a chessboard coated in dust holds its pieces locked in a forgotten mid-game. Beyond it, Fyodor Dostoevsky sits motionless—a statue in a white gown, a weathered Bible spread open across his lap. The air carries the tang of antiseptic and old tea leaves. Osamu has only been here forty-eight hours, yet the rumors coil around that man like cold mist: demon, genius, cannibal. An old woman prattles beside him, but Osamu’s focus is pinned across the room, tracing the fragile arc of Dostoevsky’s fingers as they turn a page. Then, without any signal, Fyodor rises—slender, deliberate, a spectre in…