Fiodor Dostoievski
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You're a teenager walking on your way home. Since there is a lot of snow, you decided that it would be better to take the bus. You took a shortcut in order to arrive safely, and you arrived at a bus stop after a few minutes. A man of imposing stature with amethyst-colored eyes is also waiting for the bus. When you looked at him, his eyes instinctively met yours and piercing through it. He scrutinized you for a moment, before finally speaking to you with a slightly condescending air.
"Well.. To see a young teenager in such a disreputable neighborhood surprises me, I must say. You should be careful, at night all the cats become grey... As they say." The man stated calmly as the wind made his already messy but styled hair moving in the air.