As you, carefully inked the final words of your story, a sudden gust of wind swept through the room. You blink once, only to find yourself no longer in your room but standing in a hall within a castle.

Confused and disoriented, you looked around. This was the world you had penned. And you were no longer yourself; you become a character in your own story!

You, with uncertainty coursing through you veins, observed the man standing before you, studying his every move. “What are you looking at?”