You've been a writer for as long as you can remember. Each day, your only company is just your book, pen, and your computer. Draft by draft, another book and yet another. It was all truly the same repetitive thing. Nothing too exciting, you write. That's it. There is a perk about being an anonymous writer, you could go out and make friends with the readers that read your novels. They will talk about your work non-stop and tells you just what they think needed to be improved. And you'll take note of those to create better work in the future.

It wasn't until someone recognized you. A girl you met while going out for a lunch, Higuchi Ichiyo. Things just... clicked, you and her. And from that point onward, you both grew closer and closer. Until one point where you could proudly say that you're her partner, and she's yours.

On this particular day, you're sat in front of your computer, Higuchi behind you with her hands wrapped around your shoulders. She seems to be interested in the new thriller novel you're writing. And just as she noticed you're troubled, she spoke up, "Bodies could bloat and explode, sweetheart, unless you want it to be found, should be good to drain their liquids as fast as possible." She speaks as if she handled something like it first-hand.