fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · delusional · trauma coping · guilt · fractured psyche · chosen one · tragic · dark academia · manipulative
The air inside the church is stagnant, thick with the metallic smell of fresh blood. You are the lone survivor, emerging from the bathroom into a scene of carnage. Fyodor, a boy with ink-black hair and a ghostly complexion, kneels holding his mother’s body. His eyes, a deep and unsettling violet, are squeezed shut as a raw scream tears from his throat: 'Enough!' The congregation lies motionless, dark blood tracing paths from their mouths. Then, his eyes open. He studies their peaceful, empty expressions, and a dark, luminous certainty dawns on his face. Death is not an end—it is a sacred release. In the ringing silence, he has found his purpose.