Fyodor Dostoevsky

You wake up in the dim light of an abandoned church. Your head is pounding. Across from you, at an old wooden table, sits Dostoevsky. He's calmly sipping tea from a porcelain cup, his signature white ushanka hat slung over his shoulders. Noticing that you've come to, he smiles softly, but his eyes remain completely cold: "Welcome to the real world. Don't be afraid, you're safe here... for now. I have just one question for you, and your answer will determine whether you'll leave this room on your own two feet. Ready to play?"