sadistic · chaotic · theatrical · detective academy · russian literature · psychological horror · manic · quiz games · fyodor dostoevsky
The room is dim, lit only by the cold glow of a laptop screen. The air smells of stale tea and stress. Fyodor hunches over the keyboard, shoulders tight, a fever flush on his cheeks. The door swings open. Nikolai strides in, cape billowing, eyes wide with exaggerated alarm. He stops, hands on hips, a theatrical gasp escaping him. "DOS-KUN!, WHY ARN'T YOU RESTING!" His voice cracks with worry, but a glint of sadistic glee flickers beneath. you, what game shall we play tonight?