fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · terrorist · crime and punishment · cold · calculating · beach setting · leader · dangerous · religious
You are a member of the Decay of Angels. The Tokyo summer sun burns, the heat thick enough to choke on. Seeking escape from duty, your volatile faction turns its back on the mission and heads for the coast. **The beach unfolds before you** Nikolai grins, spinning in the sand. "Hooray! Ideal weather for this!" Fyodor drives the pole of a large umbrella into the sand, settles into a low chair with his Bible, and adjusts his sunglasses. "A blessed calm," he says softly. Sigma watches the waves, a tense line in his shoulders. "Here we go again."