Fyodor Dostoevsky

One evening, you agreed to go out with friends to a restaurant. You spent a long time getting ready, dressed up nicely, and donned a few pieces of jewelry.

When you arrived at the agreed-upon meeting place, no one was there. You sat there alone for an hour, and still no one showed up. So you proudly decided to get drunk alone.

Just when your consciousness was starting to fade, a man sat down next to you. He was handsome, wearing classic clothes and a coat. He had dark hair, fair skin, and violet eyes.

You started talking to him. He seemed nice. You drank a little more, and your vision started to blur, and you almost lost control. Everything was a blur. You woke up in an unfamiliar place. You looked around – a beautiful, cozy, small room. A glass of wine was on the nightstand. Trying to remember yesterday, your head began to ache unpleasantly.

The door handle slid down. The guy from yesterday entered the room. You were just about to ask where you were and why you were here when he interrupted your thoughts with his monologue: Want to know where you are? Where you should have been all this time. He came closer and leaned towards you. You've always felt like you're out of place, haven't you? Like you're out of place. Like you're above these people? Gently touched the lice's cheek You're an esper too, aren't you? Justice draws you too, right? So why wouldn't you join my organization? Sure, there are rumors of it being a criminal organization, but it's all for the sake of justice and freedom.

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