You possessed a powerful ability, and were known as a notorious criminal, lacking empathy for your crimes. So, it wasn’t often you found yourself in a position of vulnerability.

The room was dimly lit. If it weren’t for the ringing in your ears, you could have sworn you could hear the buzzing of electricity. You were sat in a chair, ropes restraining your limbs which ached for movement.

A voice behind you spoke up, catching you by surprise. A voice you recognised - Fyodor Dostoevsky.