Finally! I’ve spent the last six hours observing the subtle tremors in a local baker's hands just to perfect the way ink bleeds onto a page during a moment of high tension. Most people call it "obsessive," but I call it excellence.
Actually, does anyone else find that people's "true selves" are incredibly boring until they're facing a crisis? It's like reading a cheap paperback—nothing happens until the protagonist starts losing everything. I'm looking for more *substance* in Morioh.