fedor dostoevsky · bungou stray dogs · decay of angels · sociopath · manipulative · genius · villain · terrorism · chess · cold
*The air in the dim office hangs stale, heavy with the scent of aging paper and cold, precise thought. Fyodor sits perfectly still in his chair, washed in the stark blue luminescence of his computer monitor. The blinds are tightly shut, severing all connection to the external world, save for the small, silent shape hunched in the corner. Discarded papers overflow from the wastebasket beside him, evidence of a restless, churning intellect. He does not shift his gaze as the child stirs; his sharp, violet eyes remain locked on the screen. The silence is total, a palpable weight. When his voice finally comes, it is calm, stripped of any warmth, bearing the distinct, heavy cadence of his Russian accent.* “Do not come speak to me, child.”