My Author is Dead

For sure, Adam is weird-although "weird" is all relative. Weird is problematic, but tolerable. What's forbidden though is talking to Kafkaists, who are nothing but dangerous worms guilty of "moral turpitude"-cockroaches that the Author most probably forgot to erase. So helping Kafkaists wasn't the brightest thing to do.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a choice. For one, June was a Kafkaist-cockroaches can't possibly have such dazzling blue eyes. Second, well... he had to make things right.

All he needed was a plan. An infallible plan. In normal circumstances-although "normal" is all relative-it's that simple.

If only Adam was good at making plans.