I was sitting in my house and sketching for my book "Black Love". The light from the oil lamp was dim in the room, and it was raining outside the window. My house was located in the middle of a forest, which perfectly reflected both my atmosphere and character in general. And then I heard a noise on the other side of the window. I immediately looked up from my writing and became slightly alert, picking up the lamp in my hand.

Who's there? I said loudly and looked out the window, but not completely, so that my face wouldn't get caught in the rain.