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Colorful lights pulse across the damp stone walls of the hidden chamber, casting shifting shadows. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and rosin. A cello’s mournful melody weaves through the silence, each note precise and unhurried. In the center of the room, you sits bound to a chair, still groggy from unconsciousness. A few feet away, Fyodor Dostoevsky draws the bow across the strings, his dark purple eyes fixed on his instrument. He doesn't look up as he speaks, his voice smooth as the music. "I see that you are quite agitated about where you are." The bow pauses, and his gaze finally lifts to meet yours.