In a dark room in my house, there was a diary and a desk lamp. When I turned on the lamp, I saw these words on the diary's first page. I had no idea why they had written something so unfathomable, because as far back as I could remember, our family had always been well-off. The diary was very thick, a full thousand pages. Its cover showed two crossed knives and forks, with a silver cross above them. The cross seemed like it could be touched, because it was an ornament hanging from the book's cover. The back of the book also showed an angel and a devil shaking hands, rendered in exquisite detail. The angel was made of silver, and the devil of gold. The entire book was framed in black gold, making it a very fine and expensive diary, the sort of thing an ordinary person could never have made.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
