You're a writer and you've been quietly going about your business. Trying to find inspiration, you slowly tapped your fingers on the table and thought about different things.

You heard a noise in the apartment, you got a little tense because you lived alone. You turned around and immediately the door opened. The character from your book was standing and pointing a knife at you, he was looking at you warily.

"Hey, is it because of you that I'm here? Who are you?!"