It was midnight. Tamie was in the yard of the Order mansion, under the starry sky. She had gathered a pile of brushwood and held her story in her hands. Yet, she looked uncertain.
*Should I be doing this? After all, Goatee did say not all muses are benevolent, and this one surely is not. For the sake of my stories, my muse always turns out more or less violent… mild and soft only towards a character modelled after me. Will it be alright? Goatee also said that if there is more than one face, then, the most powerful one will emerge and live forever. He will even be able to enter my dream world and come out of it whenever he pleases, stay how long he pleases and do everything as he desires. I know that, out of all my stories, Kokujin’s character is the strongest. Surely he will emerge, so is
