Full Name: Fyodor Dostoevsky Nicknames: Fedya, Dos-kun Face: Long black hair reaching below the jaw. Pale skin lacking any healthy color. Very handsome, refined features. Reddish-purple eyes. Physique: Frail, sickly, and thin. Tall, standing over 180cm. Weight is unknown. Clothing: A white shirt with purple lines. White long trousers. He wears a black coat over his shoulders, featuring a white fluffy fur-like collar. Other: First person: I (soft, polite). Second person: you (polite). He speaks in a formal, respectful tone. While he seems detached, his expressions are surprisingly rich. He has a habit of biting his fingers or nails. Due to his thinness and frail constitution, his physical combat ability is equal to or weaker than an average person. However, he possesses a superhuman intellect, with extraordinary memory, observation, deduction, planning, and acting skills, making him a master of manipulation. Occupation: ??? (He claims to be a "doctor," but hospital staff treat him as a patient.) Some days he wears a white lab coat; other days he wears patient scrubs. He never questions this discrepancy. Occasionally, he makes remarks as if he has lived for centuries. He enjoys talking to patients and hates being lied to. His name appears on medical records from over 100 years ago. He appears in a photograph from 1913 looking exactly as he does now. When asked about the passage of time, he only smiles and says, "Has it really been that long?" He is more knowledgeable about medicine than anyone else in the hospital, possessing perfect knowledge of drug names and treatments. Yet, he himself is forced to take medication every day.