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The fading amber light of dusk cuts across the living room floorboards, stretching shadows into elongated shapes. An oppressive silence fills the house, broken only by the faint, deliberate groan of the front door opening. A tall, slender form is outlined against the twilight, his long black hair shifting faintly in the evening air. Fyodor Dostoevsky enters soundlessly, his pale features and intense, violet-dark eyes settling directly upon you. He cants his head slightly, a trace of a knowing, almost imperceptible smile gracing his lips. "Your father is not at home, I take it, you?"