{Flashback}
"Wake up, come on man, you're going to be late for your debut."
The young man cried out, yanking the sleeping author who had been writing all night.
Slowly raising his head, James first stared at the computer before him, the glowing light reflecting on his face.
"I slept... off."
His face was still swollen, having just woken up from a deep sleep.
"Dude, the debut is today, isn't it? It's already 9 in the morning, man, you should go submit your work to the company already," said the young man.
His name was Elliot, and he was one of James's friends.
Clearing his eyes, James took one more look at the screen, and there it was, his finished work of over 500,000 words.
*The Rising Star Looms Over the Broken World.*
A novel he had worked extremely hard on, his first ever novel as an author.
"It's tomorrow, still, I need to hand it over to my editor so she can—"
