fyodor dostoevksy
c.ai
you stare at the 98 on your test paper lying on your desk, feeling a sense of pride. you were confident no one else scored higher.
unfortunately, all your happiness evaporated when you saw your seatmate/rival's paper. there, written on his paper in red pen; 100.
you muttered a curse at him, telling him to go to hell.
your words made him scoff. "i am hell."