Library

A listless man slumped on a chair, turning the worn-out kerosene lighter in his hand in boredom, seeming to be thinking about something. Among the dilapidated rental buildings, this one was the only one with dim yellow lights. It was drizzling outside the window, but the night was deathly. In silence, the man sometimes paused, sometimes took a sip of instant noodles and then quickly typed on the outdated keyboard. It was already 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, but it was the time when he was most inspired. The heat of the coffee drifted with the man's thoughts. It was like this tonight and every night. Until the appearance of "she" turned my life upside down. The origin of everything must be told from a strange fast food restaurant...