(No System, no clichés, one heroine, no brainless characters, not a wish-fulfillment story)
When the gears of the story begin to turn, its ending is already set. But the blue-haired young man refuses to believe the story’s ending. He pounds away at his bloodstained typewriter, pleading for the chance to rewrite it.
But he doesn’t know that the story has no ending. The moment he types the first word, there’s no stopping what comes next. The unknown, nameless terror will completely engulf him.
Perhaps Heaven took pity on him, for the typewriter of fate was picked up once more, this time to write the story’s ending.
