today, she's on a journey in a world of supernatural.

she had always dreamed to be the main character of such story.

since the story never get boring or idle, always expecting for some new hurdle to overcome and enemies to attack at all times.

more importantly, because inside the book, she could be whoever she wishes.

she read aloud with confidence, hoping to convey the wonderful words as beautiful as she received the story with her own perspective.

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the pale blue light crack and shone through the curtain of her window. eerie sound of creaking doors kept her awake.

her senses were out of control, like nothing she had experienced before.

perhaps that unforgettable memory was just a nightmare. perhaps it was just a joke. but she knew somewhere deep within the pit of her stomach, that it was the smell of danger. she jolted upright when-

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her mouth stopped shut when she was met with a figure of a man.

too immersed in the fascinating storyline, she didn't even notice his entrance.

"you... you can talk?"

he ask, frozen in his place.

she recognized the man as the dimpled man from before, who was looking for demian. it was a good book, she needs to reread it soon.

shuffling some papers nearby, she wrote quickly in a neat handwriting.

'yes'

"if you can, then why don't you talk to me?"

she shakes her head, then proceed to gave him another piece of paper that said;

'that's the funny thing. you see, i couldn't talk to other people'