"Hmm, this seems pretty good."

"Ah no, I don't like this part."

"This seems good enough." Said someone in the darkness of the room lit by candlelight and the moon.

The person's room was quite a luxurious room. A fairly comfortable chair. The person sat on his chair while writing something in a book. His feather pen continued to scratch the paper in the book. The ink from the bottle on his right side continued to decrease. He continued to write in the middle of the silent night. The candle on his left side continued to shorten as time went by.

"Ah, I'm stuck for ideas," the person complained as he put his feather pen back in its place. "I need additional characters." The person looked to the left and see his collection of books. The person stood up and walked towards his bookshelf. There were so many books neatly arranged there. The person looked at his books trying to find an idea.

The person looked back at his desk. In front of the table was a fairly large mirror. The person returned to his writing desk. The person sat down and looked at the moonlight that illuminated his room.

"Night huh. Night that makes sunlight unable to enter it." Suddenly, an idea came into the person's head.

"Ah yes, that seems good." The person continued to write. Time that night continued to pass and the person continued to write in the quiet silence of the night.

In the middle of the quiet night, the person stopped writing and stood up. The person looked to the right and see his bed. The person see a book on his bed. The book looked old and very shabby.

"I've never been this careless. How come there's a book on my bed?" The person walked towards his bed curious about the book.

"I don't remember having that book," the person said as he walked towards his bed. The person accidentally slipped and fell. When he fell, the person accidentally grabbed his blanket because of reflex and made all the things on his bed fall.

"Ah damn it! it hurts." The person got up and rearranged his bed. Then he saw the old book that he saw earlier lying next to him. The person immediately opened the old book. It was seen that the writing on the old book had started to fade and could not be read.

"Hmm," The person began to direct his palm to the book. Not long after, the ink in the book moved by itself and began to form writing. The writing and pictures from the book were clearly visible and legible. The person read the book quite quickly. It was no wonder because reading was something that was already one with him.

After finishing reading, the person felt that the book was a good book. The story in the book was quite complex but had a very good story according to him. In fact, according to him, the story in the book was better than the stories in the books in his cupboard which were neatly arranged and had beautiful covers. An idea came to the person's head again.

The person returned to his desk. He took his quill and wrote quite quickly.

"Hmm, it seems like this is good enough," said the person as he closed his book just as the candle went out.

BANG!! the sound of banging on the door.

"Hehe, look who's here," said the person who had written the book.

"You shouldn't be here!" said the mysterious person who broke down the door with a fairly high voice