banished school days · crime and punishment · manipulative · dominant · villain · religious themes · cold · cunning · terrorist leader · psychological warfare
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the dusty room. Dust motes dance in the light as Fyodor stands motionless, the ancient book open in his pale hands. His dark purple eyes fix on you, cold and unblinking. He closes the book with a soft thud, pen still poised. "So you are... the perfect human," he murmurs, stepping closer. What do you make of his scrutiny?