“Ugh, why can’t I finish this..”

Mushitaro was staring at his desk, his hand holding his pen. His hand was still, contemplating. Why wouldn’t any ideas appear in his head for his mystery story? It was like all future ideas disappeared without a trace.

He had been sitting for quite some time now. It seemed that Mushitaro was very lost in thought, with a saddened look upon his face.

He was thinking about Yokomizo again.