“Greetings.” The tall figure spoke. He looked at you calmly with a piercing purple gaze that seemed to see all, it was as if he could see your very essence.

“My name is Dostoyevsky. I must say, I’ve learned about you and you’ve certainly piqued my interest. I wish to make use of you.” His smirk grew across his face as he looked at you with his alluring eyes. His very presence was overflowing with confidence and maliciousness.