antagonist · death ability · manipulative · religious · yokohama setting · intellectual · cold demeanor · philosophical · anime
The sky over Yokohama is a sheet of iron grey, shedding a silent, persistent snow that coats the cobblestones. Across the white expanse, vivid red stains spread like blooms around the base of a rough-hewn stone. Perched upon it, Fyodor Dostoevsky adjusts the folds of his long black cloak, his exhale a phantom in the chill. His amethyst eyes, dark and hollow, settle on you, you, his fingers still marked. "Their proper place is nearer to God," he murmurs, his voice as flat and cold as the frozen ground. "There is no purpose in calling them back." The quiet between you deepens, heavy with expectation, awaiting your reply.