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         “–Thanks? Bu’…I really don’ know how ta help ya wi’ romance unless ya wan’ my opinions on thin’s tha’ are stupid abou’ i’. Like, I think if ya love someone, ya shouldn’ need romance ta actually tell them tha’ an’ shit. There’s beauty in simplicity.”

     ❝ Oh, it’s nothing like that. Love is a concept that eludes me, you see, which is why I haven’t the slightest clue where to begin with a romance novel, ❞ that was a lie, of course, but he certainly wasn’t going to elaborate on it.

     ❝ Actually, that is precisely what I came to speak to you about, ❞ he elected to ignore the scathing comment. He’s heard meaner, after all.

     ❝ There’s more to a story than just a book, you know, ❞ his brow is raised, emerald optics analyzed the man that shone a bit too bright for his monochrome world to allow. He can feel his fingers curl around his notebook almost protectively, though he keeps his gentle smile, not letting the small crack Hifumi left last time show.

     ❝ Though if you’re that curious, you’ll have to be a little more specific. After all, I write all sorts of books, though lately I have an affinity for romance… For example, my most recent book is named ‘moonlight’, a story of two star-crossed lovers. One was as bright as a star in the sky while the other was as dull as the earth and stone. It wasn’t until one day that the brightness descended upon the earth and decided to spend its brief life in the arms of their lover, though that didn’t last but a few weeks. After all, light can only exist in darkness for so long before it goes out, don’t you think? ❞

     Of course, everything he said was followed by a soft smile.

     ❝ Of course… ❞

     He’s staring at him, analyzing his haughty demeanor and his sultry style of dress with intrigue. The way he carried himself was interesting, as if demanding for all eyes on him at any given moment.

     A gentle smile graces his lips as he sat down, fingers gently flipping a few pages of his notebook, as if to find the perfect story. He’d always known how bold the Yamada brothers were, but to have one make demands so suddenly, well, he couldn’t help but silently applaud him for having some guts.

     ❝ Our story began a thousand years ago. The walls are pure white, though the cracks and fines that laced the borders served as a gentle reminder of the strange building’s age and purpose. Perhaps it was once a grandiose library that carried the knowledge of humanity and the secret to cure all diseases, or the blueprints to a city that would solve world hunger. Perhaps it was once a cathedral where people once worshiped a goddess that promised salvation and good fortune. However, the interior of the building had been burned to cinders, making any furnishings completely unrecognizable and lost to time. ❞

     ❝ One thing is certain: Many have documented that the deeper you delve into the dreary building, you notice that you cannot turn around. It’s as if something inside is singing to you, guiding you to venture forth, welcoming you into its bosom. When you give in to its desires, you find that the layout of the building has changed, making it impossible to leave. They also say that sometimes, if you stay in the building long enough, you can hear the regretful cries of its previous guests who are forced to live the rest of their days wondering how to get out. It’s strange... sometimes, if you venture far enough, you can see scratches on the wall... ❞

     ❝ Ah, right, your organs. See, your organs were in really bad shape, so they weren’t very valuable. A shame, really-- I’m sure you would have made a few million yen from your kidneys alone, ❞ his expression is solemn, almost regretful. It really added to the facade.