[First person autobiography + two heroines + unit drama writing method]
I was supposed to be just spending my life as an ordinary hotel waiter, but my peaceful days were shattered when I met Ms. C who came to stay.
As a hobby, I just want to write. I just want to write irresponsibly. I just want to write what I want to write.
But Miss C said: "You must be writing for something."
She's right.
For the sake of this hotel and my peaceful life, I will keep writing.
But Miss C is a literary critic.
When her hand turned over the paper I was writing on, my face felt like I had been slapped many times.
Since I don't know when, my writing has been to replace Miss C's throat with both hands, so that she will no longer make hurtful comments.
Concept: Do you want words to become weapons, or do you want words to weave dreams?