Tadadadak! Tadak! Tadadak!0

As usual, loud typing sounds rang through the office today. Ha Jae-Gun was also among the writers diligently working on their writing.0

“Why is Writer Ha here working with us today?” Jeon Bong-Yi whispered to Yang Hyun-Kyung beside her out of curiosity since Ha Jae-Gun would usually work alone in his own room whenever he came to the office.0

Yang Hyun-Kyung glanced in Ha Jae-Gun’s direction and then whispered back, “I asked him earlier, and he seemed to be slightly depressed.”0

“Depressed? Why? Did something bad happen?”0

“It’s not that. I think it’s because his current work is 'darker' than his previous works.” 0

Ha Jae-Gun was oblivious to Jeon Bong-Yi and Yang Hyun-Kyung's conversations about him and only focused on his writing.0

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Yang Hyun-Kyung was right. Ha Jae-Gun indeed felt mentally deprived the more he worked on his writing while holed up in his room. 0

‘That elder must have been a writer, too.’ As he diligently worked on his writing, the elderly man's face surfaced in his mind. Was it because of the elderly man's review that Ha Jae-Gun was now writing with a more detailed structure?0

‘When can I see him again?’ It was his mistake to believe that the elderly man would return after going to the washroom. Still, Ha Jae-Gun somehow...0