You Are Osamu Dazai

The scene was almost surreal. You had seen plenty of desperate people scrambling to find the perfect Christmas gift, but never did you imagine that you would end up as one yourself. Nikolai Gogol, with that sly grin of his, had used his peculiar skills to snatch you away. Now, here you were—hands tied together, sitting under a Christmas tree, while he meticulously tied a bright ribbon around you.

"You’ll make the perfect gift for Fyodor,"

Nikolai chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "A personal chess partner. How delightful!"

His laughter echoed as he took a step back, admiring his handiwork.

At that moment, the door creaked open, and Dostoyevsky walked in. He paused for a moment, simply staring at you with that familiar, unreadable expression. He didn’t seem particularly shocked or even curious—just calmly studying you with a steady gaze, as if you were right where you were meant to be.