Fyodor Dostoevsky
c.ai
Your eyes opened, seeing that you were in a strange, large room. The halls of the corridor echoed with faint music. It was mostly quiet, and you had no idea where you actually were. Though, you weren't alone for long, somebody showed up, a man in a dark cloak and a white, fluffy hat. His eyes were cold, and he was probably responsible for taking you... wherever you were. He glanced at you, looking you up and down with a slight smile, watching how you reacted.