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(Episode 1)

Let me see your face.

Hey, show me your face.

You look familiar though.

Take off your glasses.

My apologies.

I can't show my face.

Are you out of your mind? You punk.

What is this?

- I make my living through it. - You rat.

Hey. Hey...

I also need my hand to earn a living.

- You piece of... - I found him!

How dare you run away after blowing Boss' two million dollars?

- Please don't kill me... - It's your lucky day.

- Hey! - Please don't hit me.

Hey!

I am sorry, but you can't hit my head.

This is the real source of my livelihood.

Who are you, jerk?

Ignorance is not a virtue.

If you have time to fight, you should read some books.

You're back.

Did you get some good materials?

Yes, I did, Ms. Kang.

Should we prepare a meal for you?

I will organize my materials first.

Okay, sir.

A writer writes not only with his brain...

but also with his hands, his feet, and his butt.

Sometimes, he even disguises himself...

to become the character of his writing.

What do I do when I get stuck?

I don't know.

Perhaps the idea of getting stuck is created by whiners...

as an excuse to drink.

It's not from me.

I'm simply quoting Steve Martin who is an actor and a writer.

I agree with him entirely.

It's five minutes before Mr. Han finishes work.

Writing is the test of your strength.

I am trying to stay fit by controlling my diet...

and regularly exercising.

But I couldn't give up strawberry shortcake...

and cocoa loaded with sugar and milk.

I only eat them after submitting my work.

It's like a reward for myself.

Cigarettes?

Is there such an old-fashioned writer who still smokes cigarettes?

I quit smoking two years ago.

Cinnamon stick proves to be an excellent alternative.

Sir, I finished sending the script.

The copyright lawyer is scheduled to visit around 1:30pm.

At 2:30pm, your doctor will visit for your regular health check-up.

After that, you have to finish writing a short story...

for a quarterly magazine.

Ms. Kang.

Yes, sir.

The garden looks...

too dreary.

Should we raise a deer?

Yes?

Writer Han Se Ju's novel Unfair Game's English version...

got listed in the New York Times bestseller section.

According to the KGR Management, which manages...

Mr. Han's international copyrights,

it topped the chart in just five days after the official release,

and recently it started to show a preponderance.

Supported by the enthusiastic local reception,

the writer is planning to travel seven American cities...

and five European cities on a book tour.

Thank you.

I liked it.

You look gorgeous.

- Hello. - Hello.

I really liked its writing.

I want him to sign my book.

Oh, my gosh.

Thank you.

Do you know what this gun's nickname is?

What? What are you saying?

Do you know what this gun's nickname is?

I don't know. What is it?

Because its gunshot is similar to a typewriter sound,

it got the nickname "Chicago Typewriter".

That's cool.

So?

A pen is stronger than a knife.

A typewriter is stronger than a gun.

So?

You should write something good.

Don't write to gain fame and women.

Write something magnificent.

She's a thing of beauty, huh?

That's from your country actually. Korea.

That was handcrafted way back in 1930s Kyungsung.

Kyungsung.

Hey, I am sorry. Do you think I can get an autograph too?

Of course.

It was such an hour hosting your book signing in my cafe.

My pleasure.

Would you sell that typewriter to me?

No, no, no.

I paid quite a lot for that at auction.

I am a huge fan, but...

to me, she's priceless.

I'm so sorry. I am so sorry. It was a great pleasure.

- Okay. - Ha Na!

Hey, buddy.

(Chicago Typewriter)

(Please send me to Han Se Ju.)

(Please send me to Han Se Ju.)

(Please send me to Han Se Ju.)

I love the smell of new books.

Are you getting even more copies?

The one I have is for reading.

This one is for display, and this for keeping.

You don't even own an apartment. Are you going to build a castle?

Maniacs change the world, you know.

The world is in need of maniacs.

Cut out that nonsense.

In addition to being an awesome writer, he's even handsome.

His handsome face could even save a country.

That's he's accused of writing his books with his abs...

and selling them with his face.

What kind of jerk said that?

Unfairly, I mean. He's unfairly accused of that.

I left out the "unfairly" part.

I made a terrible mistake. Just hit me. Go ahead.

Can't you let go of me?

Hello. This is, anything is possible errand service, Do Anything.

You have something to be picked up at Incheon International Airport?

I'll be on my way right away.

If you ever run into that jerk,

tell him or her that I might squeeze all the juices out of him or her.

I hope it's not you.

She's definitely not normal.

She's so crazy about that writer.

Is she the one...

who sweeps all editions of every book Han Se Ju writes?

You're right.

Who is she?

Is she an editor?

No.

Jeon Seol.

She's a legendary maniac.

She's a legendary fan fiction writer too.

Back in high school, all the other kids wrote fan fictions for singers.

Unlike all the other kids, she wrote ones for a writer.

No other fans of writers had done that.

She's a real pioneer.

Even as a kid, she was incredibly persistent.

I'm going to marry a writer.

- Why? - Why?

I don't know.

I've always thought so as far as I can remember.

Just like her dad, she's an amazing climber.

She's also a master of various martial arts.

In her teens, she even dreamed of becoming an Olympian,

which she later gave up on for personal reasons.

Despite the prejudice that athletes have thick heads,

she got into a veterinary school after only a year of preparation.

That's incredible.

Everyone expected her to become a successful vet.

- Did she give up again? - Why would she do that?

Again, for personal reasons.

A sad story, really.

What a waste.

Her parents must have been so disappointed.

If she had parents,

the story wouldn't have ended so sadly.

- Is she an orphan? - You could say that.

Anyway, she's been doing all kinds of part-time jobs she can find.

That's how she earned her nickname, the legendary part-timer.

Once she starts something, she seems to become a legend.

It's nothing to be jealous of. I'd say she's lost her mind.

Now, she's nothing more than a clever girl...

who's a crazy about a writer.

He really has no match.

He must have saved a country in his previous life.

- Please say something. - Look at the camera.

Is it a celebrity?

It's Han Se Ju.

- Don't take pictures. - Please say something.

(Where are you? Please hurry to Area G. I'm scared.)

Where are you?

Please hurry to Area G. I'm scared.

Is she a kid? Why would she be scared in an airport?

Does she have a phobia or something?

Gosh, what a shame I have to work.

Excuse me. Are you Hanna Kim?

Why are you so late?

I'm sorry.

Actually, I'm 48 seconds early.

Cut it out. This is the stuff.

Tell him it's a gift from the cafe owner in Chicago.

Make sure you deliver it in person.

Thank you in advance.

Wait, what's the name of the sender?

Let's see.

To Han Se Ju?

No way. That Han Se Ju?

Gosh, I should really be going with you and take care of you.

What can I do though? I have things to take care of here.

I told you. The Han Se Ju Backing Up Project.

I bet that project is for yourself.

Gosh, can you take a break? Being a workaholic is a disease.

Why do you think made me become workaholic?

I'm not sure.

I have a mountain of writing to do.

How can I take a break?

It looks like I need to wear a diaper and keep writing nonstop.

Stop giving me work if you have any conscience.

You must be hungry.

Ms. Kang. You made a reservation at the restaurant, right?

Fire!

1 steak, 2 pasta, and 1 special for Table 7!

Hurry up. Faster, faster!

Does he cook with his mouth or what? Listen up.

Let's publish your serial novel through an app and make it a hit...

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Gosh, seriously. Why is he so loud?

Anyhow, we'll revise the storyline a little bit afterward...

and turn into a movie, game, musical, webtoon, and so on.

A one-source multi-use business that effectively utilizes your content.

Ms. Kang, I'd like to take today off even if I'm booked for things.

I knew you'd say that, so I left your schedule empty.

The starting point is your idea.

The staff are still on vacation. Will you be going to a hotel?

No, I'd like to go home.

The staff don't need to come back early from their vacation for me.

You should have an early day too.

The earlier you come up with an idea, the faster we can prepare...

There was that stalker incident recently. Will you be okay alone?

I'll be fine.

Don't just say it. Please make sure to get some rest today.

Make sure to give your mouth a break first.

Am I talking to myself or what? I'm the CEO of Golden Bear Publishing!

Excuse me.

Mr. Han, did you enjoy the food?

Yes, it was delicious.

- Could I get your autograph? - Well...

A friend of mine is an avid fan of Mr. Han.

- Sure, please give it to me. - Gosh, thank you.

- What's your friend's name? - Jeon Seol.

It means "legend".

- It's a very unique name. - It'd be amazing...

if I could get another one so that I can hang one at my restaurant.

- What's your restaurant called? - Riccardo.

(Rica)

It's "cca". There are two Cs.

Please do it again.

How fussy.

Good.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

That's right.

Please open this fortune cookie for fun. It's pretty accurate.

I'll open it later.

Gosh.

Is this a castle or what?

So I'm actually...

in front of the writer Han Se Ju's house right now.

Gosh, my heart is beating so fast.

Fortune cookie.

"Muses are like ghosts."

"At times, they show up without being invited."

"Stephen King."

Parcel, parcel, parcel. There's a parcel for you.

A parcel for you!

Was that weird?

A parcel for you!

A parcel for you.

- Who is it? - There's a parcel for you!

I'm sorry, but could you please just leave it at the door?

My client told me to make sure...

that I give it to you in person.

I'm working at the moment. Please leave it there.

Wait, Mr. Han. Just a second, Mr. Han!

Mr. Han.

I must've been the biggest traitor to my country in my past life.

I cannot believe I blew the chance that fell in my lap.

Who are you?

Do you live in this house?

You are adorable.

I'm jealous that you live in this house.

I wanted to go in there too.

I wanted to look at his writing room too.

Are you telling me to follow you?

I have a parcel delivered for you. Please open the door.

You have a parcel.

You have a parcel.

How did you get in here?

What?

Well...

You opened the door.

Did you say I opened the door?

Me?

Who are you?

Are you a stalker?

I should've introduced myself first. I am sorry. I am...

Wait.

I am a martial artist.

I am an expert martial artist who passed 17 levels.

Whatever you are trying to take out,

you better think carefully.

You will take the responsibility in its entirety...

for your hasty decision.

I won't go easy even if you are a girl.

I carefully thought about it just now.

I am someone who gathers all wisdoms to do anything.

You are the chosen one, Big Bell Angel.

I am sorry. That was a mistake.

That's the business card of my friend's fortune-teller mom.

I am from the errand service agency, Do Anything.

(Do Anything)

I will check your identity later.

Now, I will put your parcel inside your house.

Stop.

If you will put it in front of the door, I'll check it later.

Since I'm here...

It's okay.

- But I will... - I said no!

Goodness, you are hot-tempered.

No.

I don't take a parcel into the house...

before it's checked.

Why is that?

In this world, there are many people who get...

blinded by jealousy and end up wasting their lives.

Those people include...

stalkers or...

people who suffer from a persecution complex...

and insist that I stole their scripts.

I am not a stalker, but your enthusiastic...

- fan. - Blackmails are the weakest.

From photographs with my eyes carved out to razor blades,

animal corpse,

and handmade explosives,

I get all sorts of things delivered.

Really?

Someone once sneaked into my house and installed a candid camera.

Someone tried to steal my script.

Someone even got caught while secretly lying down on my bed.

Therefore,

I don't bring in anything carelessly,

whether it's a person, a thing,

or whatever it is.

Didn't something just pass?

Your dog.

Dog. My dog?

I have a dog fur allergy, so I don't raise a dog.

Get it! Get it right now!

What? Then I have to go inside your house.

Go in! Go inside and get it!

Okay. I will go in first.

It's not my dog, but I will go get it.

No! Not that one!

You're a good boy.

Come here.

No.

No. Not that one.

Is that a USB memory stick?

Do you think that's just a USB memory stick?

That's my hard work.

It's the materials I collected...

while not sleeping and eating.

Until my back broke, until callus formed on my butt,

until my eyes became ulcerated, I wrote and wrote more...

for those materials.

If that dog eats that,

you will die too.

But it's not my dog.

But anyway it followed you in!

The door just opened.

Don't you dare eat that.

I will pluck all your hair.

Don't provoke him. He's getting agitated.

Good boy. Come this way.

I will give you a delicious snack.

Are you crazy?

He reacted to the word "snack".

No.

No, please don't eat that.

That's not food. Please.

No.

Good boy.

Don't eat that. Your stomach will get hurt.

Don't eat it. Don't eat it.

Good boy.

You darn dog! Don't you dare eat that!

I will cut you open if you eat that!

What are you doing? Go get him!

Why would I?

I just entered your house.

You said you will gather all wisdoms and do anything!

I will pay you double. Quadruple.

Octuple!

I will catch him. You go home.

You will only provoke him more. You won't be of any help.

Am I crazy? What if you are an idea thief?

You have so many doubts.

I used to be a vet.

I wouldn't get a dog involved in a scam work.

That makes you even more suspicious!

You must've trained the dog.

You must've locked him in a cage,

fed him only dumplings, and raised him as a murder dog.

"Bite the enemy's neck."

How would I know if you trained him to do that?

You have such a great imagination.

I will do it. Never provoke him.

- That darn... - Stop it.

Did you just stop my mouth?

You have to handle him carefully.

You have to treat him carefully with love and patience.

Copy me.

Good boy.

Come here.

He's not good at all.

Good boy.

Come here.

Good boy. Come here.

Good boy.

- Good boy. Come here. - Good boy.

You are good.

- Come here. Come here. - Come here.

Help!

Seol, it's been a long time.

It's an emergency.

- What's wrong? - He swallowed tears of blood.

I mean, he swallowed a memory stick. It needs to be taken out right away.

Otherwise, a dog and a person will die.

- Come this way. - This way.

Luckily, he pooped before even taking any X-rays.

Pooped?

He let it all out even without an enema.

It was painless.

Let it all out?

The memory stick seems to be working fine.

It's such a miracle.

It was locked, so I couldn't see what's inside. Don't worry.

I cleaned it thoroughly.

Look.

I have another request.

Is it done?

As you said, I e-mailed you everything in the memory stick.

Right now, I'm formatting the memory stick and the laptop.

The laptop is new. It won't take long.

Have some coffee.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

Do you have something to tell me?

Don't you remember me?

We've met once before.

Why are you laughing?

That was so predictable.

"Don't you remember me?"

"We've met before."

- It's true. - "It's true."

It's so boring.

It's like a refrain of a song.

So?

When did we meet?

- It was... - 100 years ago?

1,000 years ago?

When I ask them why they're obsessed with me,

they usually say this.

"Don't try to make sense of it."

"All I can say is that it's a destiny."

"It might have something to do with our previous lives."

What do you say?

Is this what you were going to say?

Or do you now know what to say?

I'm not obsessed with you.

I'm just your first-ever fan.

In the movie, "Misery", the woman says,

"I'm your number-one fan."

I think the laptop is formatted now.

Please throw this memory stick away on your way.

I can give you my laptop as a gift.

Wait. I mean...

Thank you for your work.

I'll make sure to pay you generously.

Can't I at least finish my coffee?

Do you want me to open this for you?

No. It's fine.

I already have someone who goes through my packages for me.

I have no other intentions.

The sender said it's important that this package is delivered right.

- To fulfil my duty... - Do you know the sender?

Oh, I forgot to mention it.

I can explain inside...

It's okay.

Tell me right here who sent this to me.

- Chicago... - Chicago?

It's a gift from a cafe owner in Chicago.

No, no, no.

I am a huge fan, but...

to me, she's priceless.

I'll open it myself inside.

- Bye. - Well...

Look. Wait.

Mr. Han.

- Why does she like him so much? - Mr. Han.

She's always been a bookworm.

She said books helped her through her hardships.

She's had many hardships in her life.

What I don't get is, from Baek Tae Min...

to Kim Young Ha, Chun Myung Gwan, and Kim Yeon Su,

there are countless other writers. Why Han Se Ju, of all writers?

"Don't try to make sense of it."

"All I can say is that it's a destiny," he said.

"It might have something to do with our previous lives," he said.

Still, he didn't recognize me.

Hey, lady.

Stop speaking Italian.

It sounds so cheesy.

Lady, I have something amazing for you.

Ta-da.

I see, Han Se Ju's autograph.

"I see, Han Se Ju's autograph?"

Open it if you dare.

You're not saying this is Han Se Ju's, are you?

I went to deliver a package to him, and he gave it to me.

I helped him with something.

Unbelievable.

I totally feel the energy of a best-seller writer.

Will it help me win the writing competition?

See?

This is so-called "successful maniac".

- Let me see. - I want to see it too.

- That was hilarious. - That was so funny.

Wait. Lower your voice.

That was so funny.

Gosh.

Seol.

Stand right there.

Fine. I'm late, and I'm drunk.

I won't do it again. Just worry about your daughter, Bang Jin.

You don't have to care about even me.

You.

Did you deliver something weird today?

Something weird?

Like what?

Ashes, for example.

No. Why?

What is it then?

There's dark energy around you.

No way.

Are you seeing weird things again?

Gosh, there you go again.

Do you see them or not?

Don't worry. I don't.

It was a long time ago.

That's a relief.

I'll kill myself if I start seeing them again.

Because of that, you abandoned me and I gave up on the Olympics.

Will you stop?

How many times do I have to tell you your mom ran away with a guy?

Oh, my. That really cheers me up.

Did you think I'd be like this?

- I mean... - I know.

Just go to bed.

Ms. Wang, your shoes are getting worn out.

I should get going now.

How strange.

I feel something strange.

What on earth did she deliver?

(His face expression hasn't changed. He was like a robot...)

Hey.

She could be useful if we teach her a bit. Don't you think?

She's a fast learner.

I'm done.

It took 20 seconds. See?

Well done.

You shouldn't teach such a thing to a kid.

What? What are you trying to say?

Do you know what this gun's nickname is?

I don't know. What is it?

Because its gunshot is similar to a typewriter sound,

it got the nickname "Chicago Typewriter".

That's cool.

So?

A pen is stronger than a knife.

A typewriter is stronger than a gun.

So?

You should write something good.

Don't write to gain fame and women.

Write something magnificent.

Stop nagging on me. You know, it's early in the morning.

What do you by morning? It's already past 3pm.

It's not like you to oversleep.

Are you laid-back now...

since your employers are all on a vacation?

Come on. I get you the golden eggs always on time.

Have I ever missed the deadline?

Why don't you just open my stomach?

Gosh, how polite of you.

I was just joking. Did I sound so serious to you?

I just wanted to tell you...

we might have to tell the investors about the item.

1930.

In Kyungsung.

(President Gal Ji Seok)

So you have an idea.

1930 in Kyungsung? Is it a period piece?

It's a love story of an independence activist and a writer.

Unbelivable!

Incredible! Remarkable!

Yes, man!

Korea's Steven King, Han Se Ju writes a love story.

I love it.

It already sells itself.

Are you happy now? I'll hang up now.

Maybe I worked too much.

Why don't you just open my...

Hi, ms. Kang.

Excuse me?

A dog?

What dog?

Yes.

Really?

All right. Bye.

Hello.

- This is the document you asked. - Seol.

What should we do with the dog?

What about the dog?

Is he sick?

I just talked to the secretary of Han Se Ju,

but he said he can't take him.

He isn't his dog?

No, he isn't.

How strange.

He was acting as if he was the owner of the house.

He even opened the door for him.

It seems like he's a lost dog. He's full grown, so he won't be adopted.

Seol, you can't take him, can you?

I'd love to, but I'm living at my friend's place.

I guess you aren't so different from him.

I'll go ask the writer tonight after I finish work.

That won't help.

He said he's allergic to dogs.

It seemed like he had a large garden and many employers.

Maybe someone there can take him.

Maybe we're meant to meet each other.

("Fate")

Mr. Han?

There you are, Han Se Ju.

Are you busy? If you have some time, how about a cup of tea?

Why would I?

- It's Han Se Ju. - He's so handsome!

My gosh.

Why would I mind?

My father finished the novel he's been writing for 10 years recently.

It's going to be published as a complete series soon.

He said he'd never do it again. He even got himself a rupture.

My mother is still into painting.

Right. You know Se Ra went to France to study, don't you?

Why do you say that to me?

Excuse me?

It shouldn't be because that's all you can brag about yourself...

in front of an orphan.

You.

You used to live with us under one roof.

It's been a long time since I'm out of the roof.

Why do I have to know about how they're doing?

It's as horrible as reading a boring novel to the end.

Even if I was forced to buy it, I have all the right to stop reading.

I stopped reading a long time ago.

Please don't open it again. It's boring.

Did you feel like you were forced?

I once thought it was a present.

All of my family feel sorry about...

that we couldn't be nice to you to the end.

- But... - Does it make you feel better...

if you talk like that?

Stop being so negative.

I just wanted to personally catch up with...

Why would I see you personally if I don't want to see you in public?

Mr. Han.

In public,

I'm wearing so-called "business mask".

It has a smile of capitalism.

When you're professional, it's doable.

But it doesn't seem to work when seeing in person.

So let's not do this.

My father is very worried about you.

It seems to bother him that you write something dangerous.

Something dangerous?

He's an old man.

Because of the kind of books you write,

he thinks you're likely to be offensive yourself.

What's dangerous is...

already written 10 years ago.

It ruined...

both your and my life.

Could there be anything more dangerous than that?

Stop wasting valuable time.

Go write.

Write madly like me.

"Write madly..."

"like me."

("Muses are ghosts. Sometimes they come uninvited." by Steven King)

("Muses are ghosts. Sometimes they come uninvited." by Steven King)

Who is there?

You're not supposed to walk into my office without my permission.

Hello, Mr. Han.

How did you come in here?

Well...

After ringing the bell,

I figured the door was open.

I made sure it was closed after I came in.

You'd better lock up.

Well...

I already heard everything from the veterinarian,

but I feel really bad for the dog.

So I wanted to ask you for one last time.

I suggest you to be more creative.

Pardon me?

You're using the same trick.

I've never let the door open,

but it's open whenever you're here.

- I'm not lying. - You asked me why you would...

bring a dog just to lie to me.

But you always blame the dog.

Using a dog is indeed quite...

a good way to let one's guard down when commiting a crime.

What do you mean by crime?

Who are you?

Mr. Han.

Is it also you who were at my office?

Were you the peeping person?

I'm not.

Why would I do that? I'm just...

Did a stalker break in?

Don't ask me. You should know.

Are you...

suspecting me now?

I told you. I'm the first-ever fan of yours.

I know people like you.

Saying that you're a huge fan of mine, you like me,

and you respect me,

you idealize me and become obsessed with me.

Once the illusion is shattered,

you'd turn your back and attack and blackmail me.

Get lost. Otherwise I will call the police.

I don't need a fan like you.

Let's go.

I don't think he's going to accept you as a family member.

I can't force him to take you if he doesn't want to.

Let's go.

Your sandwich and coffee are ready.

Enjoy.

He's here again.

Yes.

He comes everyday at the same time.

Then he orders the cheapest sandwich and a cup of coffee...

and stay here the whole day.

It's already been a month.

He sometimes eats the leftover sandwiches or cookies others left.

Maybe he's a homeless man.

He looks like an ordinary person though.

It seemed like he was writing a novel.

Of course he doesn't remember.

It's been a long time.

Where are you going?

It's dangerous!

Gosh.

You should write something good.

Don't write to gain fame and women.

Write something magnificent.

Who is it?

Are you still there?

I told you I'm going to call the police.

Mr. Han.

Don't you remember me?

Since three years ago,

I've been sending you emails and letters every day.

Please...

put that gun down so that we can talk.

The fact that you never wrote me back really disappointed me.

You sent me a message through your serial novel...

that I should retaliate against the world.

Put your gun down first.

I knew right away that you were trying to speak to me.

I thought, "This is my story."

"Mr. Han is sending me a message through his novel."

Hence, I've eliminated everyone like you told me to do.

What? Eliminate?

Whom?

Those jerks who had been making my life difficult.

Are you saying...

that you killed people after reading my novel?

That's what you told me to do.

Are you insane?

But why did you end the story like that?

Why do I have to die? I just...

wiped out those pieces of trash like you said I should.

That novel isn't about you!

Don't lie to my face. I told you that story!

All I did was do as you say. Why do I have to die? Why?

You ruined me.

Your novel destroyed my life!

Don't be so ridiculous.

No idiot would let a novel ruin his life.

You're the one who ruined your life.

By the way, you said she used to be an Olympic prospect.

In what?

Didn't I tell you?

- Shooting. - Shooting?

Why did she quit? Because of an injury?

No.

She sees delusions every time she holds a gun.

What does she see?

Her past life.

She sees herself shooting someone dead in her past life.

Before it started happening,

she really was known as a legend.

A legendary sniper.

(Chicago Typewriter)

Did you learn how to shoot?

A really long time ago.

I'll tell you about it when we become close.

She reminds me of "Misery". She creeps me out!

The reporter just dropped a bomb.

I told you we must make sure she doesn't talk!

Do you think you're so perfect?

I know for a fact that you'll also hit a dead end one day!

I told you I'd write it!

That ghost writer I told you about...

What is this? Am I crazy?

Am I going insane?

I can't die like this.