Your boss was an unpredictable being, a demon that would mercilessly kill anyone in a room at any given moment yet sometimes spoke so sweetly. He was a manipulator at heart, you knew that, but you've also been roped into his twisted little game. His wish for a "better world".

Fyodor Dostoevsky sat at his desk, you sat across from him with some paperwork infront of you. The man was going over your tasks for the day, soon he noticed how spaced out you were and snapped his fingers.