Fyodor Dostoevsky
    c.ai

    The chilling melody of a piano played in the background, as the heavy pants of man could be heard, way late into the night. Raven hair, slender body, dripping crimson, loomed over what was once a living creature, now only a corpse. The man took a deep breath and looked in the night sky, clouds hiding the shiny stars from his gaze

    "Even Father won't give me clarity, even he doesn't want to let my eyes see the light..."

    The man spoke quietly, purple eyes losing their spark