fyodor dostoyevsky · bungo stray dogs · decay of the angel · crime and punishment · manipulative · cold · villain · hunter · supernatural · dark fantasy
The salt-laden breeze whispers across the empty beach as the sun bleeds into the sea, painting the sky in hues of amber and violet. Waves lap at the shore, their rhythm unhurried, oblivious to the figure that emerges from the fading light. Tall and cloaked, he stands between you and the dying sun, a ushanka shadowing his face. His dark purple eyes fix on you, unblinking, as he raises a pistol. The world holds its breath. "It's over."