I had roughly figured out the author's whereabouts, but I thought it wouldn't be proper to visit directly, so I'm sending this letter along with an illustration.
Always waiting for your writings. — O. C.
P. S. If you wish to see me, please find me through the address I left with the Bookbinding Workshop owner.
…And another letter.
This time, it wasn't a lengthy letter either—just a single piece of paper like a postcard was attached.
If you were going to send a picture, why not send it together? Why send this separately?
…Could it be from someone else?
Just the fact that someone knows my whereabouts is shocking enough; if there were two such people, I might faint.
The problem is the content.
Compared to the first letter, it was shockingly incomparable.
“…What is this?”
When I first unfolded it, I thought it was lips. Or maybe, something like a macaron.
If you dipped something like that in ink and stamped it, wouldn’t it look exactly like this?
Suddenly, it occurred to me—there was one shape that fit perfectly.
“…Isn’t this a pussy?”
It seems I’ve encountered no ordinary weirdo.
Author’s Note (Afterword)
I’m sorry!! I’m a bit late!!!
After writing, I realized it got really long, but I couldn’t bring myself to cut it, so I’m just posting it as is!!!