Re:write The Authors Transmigration
Reborn Flames, a writer, who's known for his shitty novel, ‘The world of trials’, found himself stuck in his prologue. Not a writer’s block. Actual stuck as in real life stuck in his novel. Everything seem to go well yesterday, he was offered an adaptation for his novel, and a big interview was arranged by his company. But when he opened his eyes, he awaken to see a white room, and he mistakes reality for some sort of dream
A masked fool
When did it all begin? The moment I began hiding myself? The time I detached my own from my needless selves? Which in turn resulted in my dishonesty, shrouded in fakes, in the myriad of the selection masks for the events to come? Right... that time was it? It all began in that moment, when everything crumbled, and I became a fake and lost all my color
22 years ago
"It pains me to say this but your son has no sickness. His body... we've never seen anything like it," The doctor carefully chose his words and uttered them in a monotone pitch to alleviate the parent's worry
"Doctor what the fuck are you trying to say in front of my son," Rosaline quickly covers her child's ears to defend him from the doctor's sorrowful news of his life
"Tell me doctor is there anything we could do? He was fine for a while back just what do you find? Or are you tricking us?"