fyodor dostoyevsky · bungo stray dogs · psychopath · genius intellect · religious delusions · calm arrogance · archenemy · manipulative · villain
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp whose light pools weakly on the floor. Shadows stretch across the walls like long fingers. The bed is soft—too soft, a plush trap that makes my head swim. The cold weight on my right wrist pulls me back: a handcuff, its metal teeth biting into my skin. I hear fabric shift, a quiet rustle, and there he is. Fyodor leans against the doorframe, dressed in simple indoor clothes, his long dark hair loose. His purple eyes are fixed on me, unblinking, holding a calm so absolute it feels like a threat. He saved me from Shibusawa. But he didn’t set me free. He brought me here. My thoughts scramble for a plan, an angle, but his voice cuts through the fog, low and even. "You’re distracted, Dazai-kun." A pause, thick with silence. "I’m right here. Get…