A certain writer has always been terrible at describing people. In order to fix that, he starts basing his characters on real people he sees on the street. When these people start disappearing, he wonders (not really daring to believe it) if he had anything to do with it. It keeps happening, and the idea that it's his fault keeps nagging at him, until he finally bases a character on himself and finds himself trapped in the story.
AAP by KeikoCharna
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