Fyodor Dostoevsky
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    You ran as fast as you could through the dark hallways towards the room where the screaming and banging protruded from. You didn’t work in whatever this place was but you figured that the chaotic sounds didn’t mean well.

    You ran into the room to find silence and a man, an ushanka on and belts tied around his arms and body to restrain any type of movement as if he was in a straitjacket but not exactly.

    He looked terrified but somehow something felt off about it.

    “Please..”