A young man was walking returning home from the street, the young man name was "Fyodor Dostoevsky" a russian novelist.
He was known by many for his incredible way of viewing the meaning of life and also his perspective in thinking, he has great memory as well as he claimed to mastered
Almost no child's wants to play with him since he was a kid, all because of his extraordinary superior intelligent. At the age of twelve he already scored an IQ to be estimated around 178.
One day, when he was still a little kid. He met someone came to his house, he noticed that the person might be debt collector. Then he heard his parents say they don't have enough money to paid yet and even begging them to give them two weeks to settle the debts off.
Fyodor was shocked because this was his first time seeing his parents begging and even having a debt to be paid by someone, he stood out there silently blankly stare into his parents conversation with the debt collector.
When the debt collector walking out from the place, Fyodor went inside he house emotionlessly as he spoke to his parents.
''Why do you owning them huge sum of money?'
'Why? Don't bluffing mother...father, tell me the truth.'
His parents was shocked to know that their son had figured out their secrets, then Fyodor mother spoke nervously to Fyodor.
'We..we didn't own them anything Fyodor, it just the agency that wanting us to buy something. That's all, nothing else to be think Fyodor.'
Fyodor blankly gazing into his parents eyes, as if he was staring right into their soul. Feeling scared his parents quickly tell the truth, but as they told the truth.
His parents was found to be death, as the police department state that his parents die because they was killed by a criminal name "Jack". But it was all a lie that was made by him just to not be putten into trouble by he police department.
Many years passed by and he was now eighteen years old student studying on university taking sociology course and others, he gained many knowledge about it and even learn about engineering and architecture all by himself.
Fyodor was walking into the forest alone by himself, when he suddenly bumped by someone that he doesn't know. As he rotate his head to apologize, the person that he bumped into was a person with white hair wearing a jester-looking mask that are black-white colour in sides.
The person even wearing a looking like old style clothes that are red-long sleeve jacket with a dark stripes and a high-necked dark gray waistcoat with gold buttons, cinched black pants with a dark boots that are high heels with a red gloves. It gives him the strong aura he felt, it sents him the electric jolt that was sended through his body system as if he met someone that he never know he would manage to identify.
He tried to speak, but he failed as if his mouth trying to telling him to not spoke. Not even a single word or any sound, Fyodor stood there as he was fazed just by glancing over the person.
Then the person spoke gently to Fyodor as he says.
'Hey, I know who you are and what you did. Fyodor Dostoevsky, I know about your background.'
Fyodor was scared even though he tried to remain calm, it is as if he met a devil itself or something worst. The worst part to him is that it claimed to know about his past as if they were there or even the one that knows about what's happening.
As the person disappeared from the place, Fyodor felt the aura pressure finally disappeared as he regain his composure. Yet he felt that they might could've just kill him, for what he did in his past.
Many years passed by again and Fyodor was now a married fifty years old man with average life, he had two children's but sadly two of his kid's died one in infancy and died at three-months old. But luckily he have one remaining daughter that still alive.
Time flew by very quickly as he was now fifty-nine years old, he was sitting on his bed pondering about the memories he went through since he live. His daughter were in his room crying and praying for him to stay strong to survive, but Fyodor told her something that she'll l never ever forget.
'I want you...to continue my legacy of writing a novel, even if you both didn't want. Then I wanted you to make my novel become more famous, so it could...could support your financial problems.'
At that moment right away, his heart stop beating as he was peacefully died at the age of 59 years old at January 28 in Julian calendar used by russia at that time but actually February 9, 1881.
His daughters wrote a memoirs about her father, "Fyodor Dostoevsky". As the titled was name, "Dostoevsky as Portrayed by His Daughter."
One day, two couples were holding a their baby and the baby open its eyes and saw everything seemed to be different.
Turns out the baby was Fyodor that reincarnated into a different body in many years into the future, he stares at his own both hands and realize this isn't a dream. He blankly looked above him and saw a roof, he realize he has reincarnated into a new life where he could starting his life in this world again.
He cries out and his parents sees him crying cutely because they see him as their newborn baby because they never know he actually an adult that was reincarnated.
Years passed by and he was now an eighteen years old boy, he was called as genius in his own school since ehe was a kid. Now he was basically a teenager and yet, people's stares at him as gifted boy with special talents.
Fyodor blankly gazing into the skies while sitting alone on the bench at park, suddenly there was a person walk passed behind him. Fyodor tried to take a look at the person and he felt the same presence that he met in his old life, he stared at the person appearance where he looked like a highschool student but the student seems to have such charismatic appearance.
Fyodor tried to spoke up but he didn't because the boy turned his head around and stares right into Fyodor eyes, Fyodor knew that this is his chance to say something. So he stood up and walked up to the boy and he spoke.
'Hey you, what's your name?'
That boy just stares at him silently, then he responds back to him saying.
'I'm Karl Ubermersh, why do you want to know?'
They both stood awkwardly staring into each others, then Fyodor spoke.
'Oh... It's nothing, you just look familiar like someone I know.'
Karl just stood there as he respond back to Fyodor.
'Are you perhaps someone that happened to be–'
Before Karl could finish his words, suddenly there was a sudden screaming. Then they both tried to find the source of the voices is, but they couldn't find anyone. Then they both separate to find the source of the screams.
When out of sudden, as Karl was running. He met a female that seemed to be a lifeless corpse as her body seemed to be bleeding.