Holy Calendar, Year 10754, November, Lion King City.
Sunlight slanted through the windowsill, illuminating the mountain of manuscript papers piled high.
The wastebasket was already full, and the small room had crumpled paper scattered across the floor. The whole scene looked like a garbage dump.
The author of *"A Knight's Guide to Success"* was slumped over the desk, fast asleep, drooling slightly, with a sheet of manuscript paper clutched in his hand. Beside him was an empty plate with a few crumbs of bread left.
"Mmm… when will I finally hit it big…" the author murmured in his sleep, groggily scratching the mosquito bite swelling on his face.
A gust of wind slipped in through a crack in the window, stirring the papers at the top of the pile. The paper fluttered lightly twice before the unbalanced stack collapsed with a thundering crash, burying the sleeping author beneath.
