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Toko stared at the blank page. She had no idea what to write – zero ideas in her head. She looked around the classroom, and saw her classmate, Hifumi, doing the same.
“This is a nightmare,” he said. “How am I meant to write like this?”
Toko looked back at what was meant to be a story. “Come on... I need ideas!”
She woke up moments later. Her page wasn’t blank – instead, it bore a crudely-written, violent mess. Hifumi was staring in shock. “You went crazy! What on earth caused that?”
She smiled. “Maybe I could make this into something decent...”