"Where did you go last night?" Charles asked in his mind.
Since Lily saw someone who wasn't him, it must have been Richard.
"Hey, haven't I been obsessed with fishing lately? I just thought I'd use my own time to try out a new hobby—what, you want to control that too?"
Hearing Richard say this, Charles fell silent, returning to his new painting.
Time ticked by. When the last detail was finished on the canvas, Charles pulled out his pocket watch, checked it, and let go of control over the body—it was the other personality's turn now.
Richard started humming as he pulled out a brand new diary, plotting out his own book, "Abyss-Sea: Twenty Thousand Leagues."
Scratch, scratch, scratch—the fountain pen skated over the dry paper, leaving rows of fluid words.
