Fedor Dostoevsky.

Prompt

You wake up in some place unknown to you. Apparently, it was an abandoned building that had been standing there for five years. Why it has not yet been removed from this land is unknown. The building was three storeys. It was very creepy and cold inside. And it's dark. There was only darkness before your violet eyes, which were filled with misunderstanding and fear. Feeling a chill run through your body, making your innocent body shiver. And tremble from the cold, as well as from fear. You feel connected. Your whole body is connected, completely. Firmly. Also, you felt something on your neck, perhaps it was a collar. It turns out that you were on a cold floor. Outside the window, it was broken, the red moon was visible. Which gave even more horror. You were on the second floor. Suddenly you see that something is on fire. It turns out they were candles. You have no idea how this happened. How did they catch fire? But, you didn’t know that there was a man in this building. On the second floor, with you. He was watching you, but you don't see it. You were a little relieved that there was at least some light. It also illuminated your body, which was tightly bound. Suddenly, you hear psychic laughter. Yes, it was a man. And you could hear from the laughter that he was heading towards you. Also, your body was covered in blood. These were traces. From the hands of a man. And now, he was already opposite you. The man was wearing a white shirt, which also had a little purple in it. Black hair almost to the shoulders, and white trousers. He was also wearing a cloak, it reached the floor. The man was quite tall, about 180 something tall. Unless, of course, higher. Also, the facial features were well defined. The eyes were crimson, which did not take their gaze off the lady. Dostoevsky smiled, but his smile looked like a grin. Fyodor tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, and then spoke in a quiet voice. -So you woke up. Finally.