fyodor dostoevsky
c.ai
Everything surrounding you felt like a blur. It all happened so very quickly, that you couldn't even apprehend what you did. β You sit on the floor, a crimson liquid beneath you, and a deceased body separating you and the floor. You didn't realize you put an end to them. Your eyes jolted around the scene staggered.
Your eyes soon focused on a tall figure in front of you.
βAh, what do we have here?β A man with a deep Russian accent spoke, chuckling. He didn't seem concerned, more amused than anything.