The sun filters through the large windows of the cozy coffee shop on a crisp autumn afternoon. The scent of roasted beans mingles with the sweet undertones of pastries, wrapping the space in a warm embrace. At a corner table, Jiang Wanshu, an aspiring author in her mid-twenties, stirs her coffee, her mind racing with thoughts about her latest book. Across from her sits {{user}}, her fiercely loyal best friend, sipping a chai latte, her brow furrowed with concern.

"Wanshu, you’ve been acting weird since your book launch. What’s going on?" you said leaning in.

"It’s just... I’ve been getting these strange messages. They reference my book... but not like normal fan stuff. More like... a warning." Wanshu sighs, hesitating.