Swish, swish—
Ise Momoyo, not slacking one bit, vigorously finished writing another story and finally put down her pen.
"Inspiration has struck, I've already written so much."
She read through the few stories she had just completed and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
Then she stood up and from the bookshelf piled high with books beside her, she took out an antique-looking lantern that was flickering with a dark cyan glow.
The lantern was covered with a blue-green shade, dimly luminous, casting an inexplicably terrifying atmosphere in the dimly lit room.
This thing was called the Hundred Demon Lamp.
Ise Momoyo had obtained it by chance at a small antique auction.
At the beginning of acquiring the Hundred Demon Lamp, nothing happened, and the quaint cyan lantern remained unlit.
But two months later, a man found Ise Momoyo.
He was a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses dressed in an extremely refined manner.
