My name is Winnet Moriarty. I'm a transmigrator and a missionary by profession.
I live next to a church in the outskirts of London. I'm good at numerological divination and unmarried. My hobbies include peeling oranges. My favorite book is Mrs. Beeton's Book of Household Management, and my favorite music is "LILIUM." Every day, I listen to my congregants' confessions and kindly offer them ways to resolve their problems "without bloodshed."
Before bed, I always eat a whole jar of marmalade, then practice Baji Fist for half an hour. Sometimes I spar with the wanted fugitives in the neighborhood, stopping just short of seriously hurting them. I live a disciplined life and am a textbook beauty, though my doctor says my blood sugar is slightly high.
Although I love peace and strive for harmony among people, mobsters, thugs, and wanted criminals are always hanging around my home, before falling at my adoptive father's feet, weeping bitterly and devoutly calling him "Godfather."
Then one night, a woman in black calling herself "Vermouth" came to see me. She said my adoptive father had died in an accident and told me to join a mysterious organization...
And so I arrived in Beika Town, the international city of crime...
(Detective Conan fanfiction. The protagonist is a real scumbag of a boozehound. A lighthearted orange-themed story.)
The beginning was alright, but the interactions between the main character and his colleagues at the start were incredibly awkward. There was so much unnecessary dialogue; it just made the extra talking obvious and felt like they were just padding the word count. #(Sweat)#(sweat)#(sweat)#(sweat)#(sweat)#(sweat)#(sweat)#(sweat)#(sweat)#(sweat)#(sweat)#(sweat)#(sweat)
You're such a jerk! You're never writing a book again, are you? I've been following your work since you started writing about Saeki Sayaka, and I never expected it to end like this.
The group chat says they're waiting for the author to catch up on life's realities and save up some money. They've been struggling with this for a year and a half, and they hope the story can be revived. #(Love you!)
More than a year has passed in the blink of an eye. Can the author still win the revival round? I hope the author can finish writing the ending when he has time. It doesn't matter if the updates are slow or not.
It's been a year. #(Tears)
Sigh, the book I've been following for so long has been abandoned again. So upsetting.
I offer incense; it seems this book is truly finished.
Is he still alive?
Is the author still alive? #(Crying)
Cluck cluck cluck# (So cute!)