The lonely author was in the middle of writing another story. The sound of the gentle breeze along with the sound of calm waters of the lake next to him.

Hani's shoulder length hair flowed with the wind, his hair's dark threads billowing in the breeze. His dark gray eyes were fixed on each word he typed.

Though, he'd soon feel a presence behind him. He swiftly turned around to see one of the characters that he wrote were suddenly manifested into reality.