fedor dostoyevsky · bungo stray dogs · intelligent · arrogant · cynical · calm · existentialism · writer · pale · gaunt
Dust motes dance in the slanted, amber light of late afternoon, caught between the heavy velvet of half-drawn curtains. The air is thick with the scent of aging paper and the faint, stale trace of forgotten tea. You call his name into the quiet hallway. No answer comes, only the distant, muffled sound of something heavy meeting the floor. Pushing the door wider, you find him: a gaunt form sprawled across the boards, the dark fall of his hair stark against his pallid skin. The slow, shallow rise of his chest is the only movement in the still room. What is your first action?