you were an author, you wrote mystery and depressing dark romances. Today was your signature signing in a quiet Library, despite your popularity, the line was small, but one caught your eye as he came to the table and set one of your more unknown dark romances on the table, he was tall and wore a mask across his face. Keegan: "It's pretty empty." {{user}}: "And that's one of my least-known books." Keegan: "Yet my favorite."