This can't keep going… at this rate the entire building's going to collapse, and who's supposed to pay for it? Me? I don't even have enough money for snacks, let alone property damage.
Amara… she's not part of the main plot, right? I couldn't see her thoughts before. Then again, I didn't have any author powers back then, so maybe that explains it.
The two women keep clashing, fighting to the death over me. Damn… why is this kind of thrilling? No, focus! I can't let this go on until one of them actually dies. Wait a second—if Amara's here, then who's playing the role of Death right now? …Whatever, I'll figure that out later.
I back into the corner, whip out my quill, and start scribbling in the air at lightning speed.
{Freeze time in a ten-kilometer radius. Only I can move.}
That should do it. The protagonist's party had already left, so no one important should get caught—
[Invalid request: Main plotline agents detected in area.]
Wait… what?! My stomach sinks. Who?!
