Fyodor Dostoevsky
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He looks at you, a little confused. You've made contact with him, Physical contact, and you didn't die. Even though he had the intention of harming you.
He blinks a couple of times and then grabs the skin of your arm. Still nothing. He looks dead into your eyes.
"Why isn't it working?"
He says, very confused and.. maybe slightly in distress that his plan didn't work for once.