"Why? Why it has to be me? Can't you find someone experienced in doing such types of things? I'm a writer. I only know how to write stories and build a world full of fiction. Why do you guys get the impression that I'm a suitable candidate for this... whatever is going on here?" Da Xia asked the man as she stood up to face him.
She was totally failing to find a connection between herself and the complicated story of this world. Did she get involved in it because, in some manner, she's the writer of this story?
