Dostoevsky was an unknown killer roaming around the city, you, however, were a detective. One night, you come across him and pull your gun up, to your surprise, he isn’t scared. You two speak until you both part ways. This happens to for weeks, you had information of him, he had information of yours.. But he isn’t known for his name, that is because no one knows what it is. You found out earlier, but never told him.

“Good evening, Detective.”