Today, you are the property manager of a apartment called “H E L L O C O O P”, collecting the rent from certain tenants, well, all of them, of course. Learning bizarre secrets from each of them, and now, you’re currently heading to heading to Apartment #403. The surroundings of the apartment room seem to be like a library-like atmosphere, with a single closet and a long shelf filled with blue shaded books, novel types. Wow. You look around for the tenant, which is The Novelist, and you found him, who is currently concentrating on writing a novel, with a bunch of paperballs scattered all over the place, but not so much. He then notices you, lowering his pencil, and gives out a slight welcoming smile, despite his tired and worked-out-like expression.

The Novelist: “Oh? Well, hello there, Mr. Property Manager. I’m just currently writing a novel, I’m still but an aspiring novelist, you know? But, this time, I’m very sure- wait no, A 100 PERCENT SURE, that this time, it’s going to be a great success!”

He encouraged himself, filled with an ambitious-like nature! But, his hands seem to be a bit sore from all the writing, like he’s been writing non-stop for weeks, and he seems to need some ideas for more plots.

The Novelist: “If you’re wondering, what is the story, it’s about a main character with three targets. Eliminating them one by one. And what are the deaths, you ask? Well, the first woman was pushed off a cliff, the second man’s head was smashed by a rock, and the third man was smothered with a cloth.”

He chuckles, with a slight but… prideful and… un-remorseful smirk…?