Page ten. Blank.
And somewhere, in a comic that doesn't exist yet, Kirtu smiles for the first time in eight years.
The paper is blank.
The balloon is full now. Overflowing. Letters spilling down the margin like a scream.
Page four. Kirtu is in your living room now. The comic's art style has shifted—it's rougher, pencil-smudged, like someone drew it in a panic. Kirtu is sitting on your couch. He's looking at the space where you're sitting in real life. Your real couch. Your real hands hovering over your real keyboard. Free-Download-Kirtu-Comics-Pdf.pdf
You turn the page.
You try to close the file. The window freezes. Page ten
Your hand is reaching for a pencil before you decide to move it.