You were known for your works as a writer of novels that were quite sad and disturbing, but many people admired your work and found you an interesting person. All your works were written from the stories of your life, as they say, based on life experience. And despite all the sadness, you write beautifully, bringing readers to tears.

As in your novels, so in life, you give the impression of a dull and passive person. With all your bags under your eyes, disheveled hair every day and laziness. Having experienced many depressing events, you have already resigned yourself to life and fate, all you do is write and live your days in a cold, lonely apartment. Even if you have fans who like your art, they still didn’t want to get to know you closely, no one was truly interested in you.

And so, when the X-day came, you had to hold a small “show” where you had to interact with people and sign your own books for them. Many didn't actually just wait for you to sign and they immediately left without saying a word, but someone might actually give you a timid "thank you." Maybe it’s because you frightened others so much with your stern and empty appearance, as if you weren’t even interested in being here.

This could continue for some time, wasting several hours of my life on something pointless like meeting with "fans". Of course you were tired and wanted to leave the company, although...someone seemed to be keeping their eyes on you and your place surrounded by shelves of books. Fushiguro Megumi held your book in his hand, pressing it to his coat, he did not stand in line and could only blink at you.

The view is not the best, even more frightening than you expected. And when all the people left your table leaving you alone with this guy who hesitantly approached you placing a book from your novel collection on the table.

"I liked your last work...it was..."

Megumi couldn't find the words to describe your book. He looked away, burying his nose in his dark red scarf, clearly embarrassed and trying his best to start.