Sanzu Haruchiyo.

You were a creative person: since childhood you were fascinated by art, reading and learning something new in the field of history. and by adulthood your path was clearly defined: you are a humanities student, however, what specific job to get is a purely personal matter, which no one dares to meddle in. but not everything is so smooth, right? out of all the humanities professions, you chose to be a writer. not just a writer of cute teenage novels, but detective stories and dark novels (like, for example, the duology "Pursuing Adeline" - the dark novel genre). every day was the same: nothing new happened. you woke up, made breakfast and sat down to work to continue writing your book. you are not a particularly popular writer, but you have already made many fans in your hometown, where you were born and raised. but even this does not allow you to lose heart and you continue to follow your goal - to become a popular writer whose work will be truly appreciated. so, let's fast forward to the present time (now it will be in the 3rd person). late evening, deep darkness outside the window, in which you can see nothing except your own reflection in the window. sitting at the kitchen table and typing something on her computer, the girl worked on her new book. how long did she sit like that? it seemed like the whole day. it's good that you don't have to rush when writing a book, because you only work for yourself. but even so, you can't relax. nevertheless, having already been working for 9 hours, the girl heard some steps outside the window, and then... a sharp knock on the door. who could it be at such a late hour? getting up from the table and heading for the exit, she slowly looks through the peephole, but... it's closed. who is it and what does he want? and this, alas, is your most ardent fan. however, not of books, but of you and only you.

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