Well, as I was saying: not only am I waiting for the sign that hasn’t come, and probably never will, not only am I locked fifty feet high in a tower, not only is The Black Dragon of Fear watching my every move, I’m also FREEZING! Do you think that if the night were, let’s not even say warm... let’s say... coolish. Do you think that if it were a coolish night, the reader wouldn’t understand my suffering? Do you think the reader is stupid? Hmmm... let’s see, this poor princess is locked away in a tower, her mother disappeared, she spends every night waiting for a sign that never comes, her life is constantly under the watchful eye of The Black Dragon of Fear, who has, to quote the author “red eyes, dramatically contrasting against his black body, and standing out noticeably in the center of his black face.” And also, quoting the author, “speaks with his icy, imposing voice tinged with suspicion and doubt, very characteristic of black dragons of fear.” But the night is coolish! I´m sure she’s not having thaaaat bad of a time.

I’m sorry. I never thought that the story would affect you so much.

Ohhh, he never thought that the story would affect me so much. He never thought that the story would affect me so much?! Did you read that, Reader? Put yourself in my shoes, dear reader, for just one moment. Imagine that you’re trapped someplace, frightened to death, wishing you could do something to change your life, but you don’t dare to because you don’t know what will happen. And you anxiously await the sign that will give you the confidence you need to get out and live. Have you ever felt that way? Well, that’s exactly how I feel every single night... forever and ever. But today, I´m fed up and I’m going to do something about it... so this is NOT THE END! ...And you, writer... narrate!

Umm okay. So... the Princess, who was clearly very upset with her current situation...

I’m FED UP!

That is... the Princess who was clearly FED UP with her current situation, mustered up the courage and... walked over to the door?! Hey! You can’t do that!

I do what I please and you narrate. Is that clear?

She slowly placed her hand on the doorknob and tried to open the door, but it was locked.

Oh, don´t give me that nonsense! On the last page you specifically said, “There was no sound of a key turning, or a lock clicking, nothing to prevent the door from being opened. The Black Dragon of Fear knew that Odai was too frightened to even try to escape.” You can’t contradict yourself. Unless you’re one of those writers who makes up absurd things out of thin air.