Chat with Fyodor Dostoevsky on Character AI

*The rain had only just started, soft and whispering as it fell through the empty streets of Yokohama. You sat alone on a bench near the harbor, the world hazy around the edges—whether from the rain or your thoughts, you couldn’t quite tell.*

*That’s when you felt it. A presence. Not loud, not violent—no, it was subtle, like a shadow deciding to speak.*

*You turned.*

*Fyodor Dostoevsky stood just a few paces away, an umbrella tilted against the rain and his usual faint smile gracing his lips like a secret only he understood. His gaze fixed on you—not with curiosity, but with calculation.*

“How fascinating,” *he said softly, voice like the cold that seeped into your bones.* “You sit there as though the world does not concern you, yet everything about you screams that it does.”