"What do I need to write?"
Xiaoyun was sitting alone in his office, the window blinds behind him drawn tightly against the deadly laser called the sun.
The pale overhead light barely illuminated the blank sheet of paper resting on the desk, his hand holding a pen just above the page.
It wasn't that Xiaoyun lacked ideas on what to write. If anything, there were too many things to start with.
Every passing second gave birth to another thought, another possibility, each one crowding the next before he could set a single word down.
"Fuck, sitting at home really did rot my brain."
Unable to make a decision, Xiaoyun started to note down every single idea he had one by one.
After just five minutes, the whole page was filled with bullet points.
"A simple introduction. Then add this lighthearted joke? No, no, no, not fitting for something so serious like this."
Looking through all the possibilities he had written, it only makes his indecisiveness even worse.
