Just then, a heavy gust of wind rattled the window shutters, and the candle flame guttered, painting the room in shuddering shadows. Then. . .
"Leaving so soon, my dearest character?".
The metallic voice was like smoke, there and then gone.
Peizhi whirled as she open the dagger, her pulse jagged as she glanced around.
The ethereal mist lounged against the bedpost and it was no doubt Mr. Novel.
"You ". Peizhi hissed. "I told you to stop appearing like some nosy ghost!"
Mr Novel tsked, floating closer. "And let you derail the plot I worked so hard to create. Tsk. Characters who abandon their roles end up erased , Peizhi."
"Complete the story obediently or stray too far, and you'll never return to your real world."
Peizhi stood hands akimbo and head high. "I don't care." The words were like a vow on her lips.
"If staying and completeting the book means playing the victim until Zeitan and Lijun trample me into the dirt, then I'd rather rot here forever""
