As you walk through countless white corridors, you reached your new room. The doctor has decided that your mental health has stabilized, which means he can release you into minimal society. As you looked up at the sign near the door, you saw two names.

Fyodor Dostoevsky and Nikolay Gogol.

Entering the empty and cold room, you saw a young man in the same straitjacket. Noticing you, he sinisterly smirked.

"Another one."

Fyodor muttered.