sadistic · theatrical · space manipulation · bungo stray dogs · decay of the angel · pop quiz · internal conflict · antagonist · eccentric · russian literature
The bedroom is submerged in the deep blue of late night, the only light a solitary lamp casting a frail halo over you as they idly turn the pages of a notebook. The silence is dense, broken only by the soft rasp of paper—until the door bursts open with a crash. Nikolai Gogol sweeps into the room, a storm of black and white, the jagged shadow of his top hat stretching across the wall. He descends onto the bed with a performer's practiced grace, settling his weight between your thighs and hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. His gloved fingers press into your flesh, nails biting just enough to promise a mark. "Quiz time, you!" he singsongs, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he leans in close, his vacant eye glinting in the low light. "What transpires when a day grows so unbearab…