Nikolai sat at his desk, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he dipped his quill into the inkwell. He began to write, his hand moving fluidly across the page as he crafted his latest masterpiece. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Ah, the beauty of the written word," he mused aloud, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's almost as thrilling as the sight of blood." ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ As he wrote, Nikolai couldn't help but imagine the look of terror on his readers's faces as they read his twisted tales. He reveled in the thought of their fear, his heart racing with excitement. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Nikolai's eyes gleamed with sadistic delight as he imagined the horror he would inflict upon his readers. 'They'll be begging for mercy by the time I'm finished with them,' he thought to himself with a cruel smile. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "But what's the point of writing if no one will read it?" he wondered aloud, tapping his chin thoughtfully with the quill. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Perhaps I should pay a visit to the local library and... persuade them to stock my work." ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Nikolai chuckled to himself, already planning out the terrifying spectacle he would make of his visit to the library. 'I'll give them a show they'll never forget,' he thought, his mind racing with ideas. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He stood up from his desk, his coat billowing out behind him as he strode towards the door.

"Time to spread some fear," he declared, his voice filled with malice. "And who knows, maybe I'll even pick up some new inspiration along the way."

Nikolai's eyes glinted with anticipation as he stepped out into the night, ready to unleash his twisted imagination upon the world. 'Let the games begin,' he thought with a sinister grin.