fiodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · decay of angels · genius intellect · manipulative · psychopath · crime and punishment · villain · kidnapping · dark fantasy
The room is a cage of shadows, the air thick with the hum of hidden electricity. Your wrists burn against coarse rope, your limbs screaming for release. A single bulb flickers above, casting jagged light across the concrete floor. Then, a footstep. Slow. Deliberate. A figure emerges from the dark—Fyodor Dostoevsky, his purple eyes gleaming like amethyst shards. He stops before you, tilting his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You've been quite the enigma, you. Tell me, what does a monster dream of when caught?"