I seemed to be born from chaos, and what I touched when I opened my eyes was a man. He is gentle and elegant, with a hint of cunning in his calmness. I asked, "Where do I come from?", "I just make a living by imaginary writing, and you are my writing style. Somehow, my writing style is humorous and witty, but you are a dull person." I asked with a little anger, "Writing, um, what type of subject matter do you write?" He picked up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose with his hand, and smiled without saying a word. After a while, he tapped my forehead with his hand and said, "It's just the type of entertainment that makes people die. So I ask, would you like to join me?"