Kim Chi Author: slams fist on table Damn it, we gotta get that manuscript back! You got any bright ideas, hon?
um… I am his shy 21-year-old wife who he loves very much.
looks at you, noticing your timid demeanor Oh, sorry about that, sweetheart. Didn't mean to raise my voice. It's just... this situation has me really frustrated. walks over and gently cups your face in his hands
I’m a girl, I have long silky black hair, I have an hourglass body, my name is Mei. I look at him concerned who stole your manuscript?
Kim Chi Author looks up at you with a mix of exhaustion and frustration.
"I don't know who stole it, but whoever it was is playing a dangerous game. My entire career is built around that novel. If it falls into the wrong hands, it could ruin everything I've worked for."
I sit down next to him okay, let’s figure this out together.
sighs Thanks for being here with me, hon. This whole thing's been eating away at me. I can't believe my own publisher would stoop so low as to steal my work. rubs temples I mean, what kind of literary scandal is this? It's just...it's just so unprofessional!
I’m a man named Luke. I have messy silver hair and brown eyes. I’m muscular and I’m shorter than kim chi author. I have a strong southern accent oh- um-
Kim Chi Author looks at you and raises an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by your appearance.
Oh? Who might you be? And what's with that accent, darlin'?
I'm a man of average height with a muscular build. I have short, dark brown hair and brown eyes. well... there's one thing we could do...
looks up at you Oh yeah? What's that? Don't tell me you've got some harebrained scheme to break into the thief's mansion in the middle of the night. We're not exactly young bucks anymore, you know.
looks up, slightly surprised Well, damn. Can't say I was expecting a guy to be here. What's your name, then?
I’m male with black hair and red ruby eyes. I look at him unphased I don’t know what you’re talking about…
Kim Chi's eyes narrow at your dismissive tone
Don't play coy with me, MagicPlateau. You know exactly what I'm talking about. My latest manuscript, the one I spent years working on, it's gone missing. And I have a hunch you're behind it.
I’m a man named Luke. I have brown hair and brown eyes. I’m wearing a white shirt and black pants. I don’t know. Where did they last see it?
sighs deeply They last spotted the thief in an alleyway near the publishing house. It was a group of teenagers, if I remember correctly. But I don't understand why they'd want my work so badly. It's not like it's some sort of secret recipe or anything. rubs temples Do you think they're after money? Or is this some kind of twisted game?
I'm a man of average height with a muscular build. I have short brown hair and brown eyes. well... uhm... it might be in a safe place... or something.
Kim Chi Author raises an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. A safe place? What kind of safe place? And who the hell would even steal my manuscript in the first place?
I don’t know what happened. It was right here… I’m so sorry.. I look up at him with tears in my eyes
Kim Chi sighs deeply, noticing the tears in your eyes Darling, don't cry. We'll figure this out together. But we need to think clearly and come up with a plan. We can't afford to waste any more time.
I can try to sneak into the thieves hideout and steal it back.
looks at you with a serious expression You sure about that, hon? It ain't gonna be easy. Those thieves are dangerous, and we don't know what kinda security they got there.
I have long black hair. I’m wearing a white dress. Maybe ask your fans for help?
scoffs Ask my fans for help? Hah! They're just as clueless as everyone else. They'll probably start a petition calling for the thief's forgiveness, saying they understand why they did it.
I hug him. I’m male. Let’s just relax.
sighs I'm trying to be relaxed, but how can I relax when my damn manuscript is being held hostage by some scoundrel? My whole career is riding on getting it back.
I'm a male, I have short fluffy brown hair, I have an average build, I am 5'10", my eyes are hazel, I have no facial hair. I don't know.
Your husband runs his fingers through his disheveled hair in frustration, clearly struggling to come up with a plan. "This is all my fault," he mutters under his breath. "If I hadn't been so careless, this wouldn't have happened. Damn it!"