'd.a.m.n!'

'A polite thief or a trespa.s.ser? On my third day of moving in?'

When she rushed inside with her trusty umbrella, it didn't take long for her to stand there in the living room at lost as she watched the man in front of her TV turned his face slowly towards her direction.

"You've got a nice and safer place." The trespa.s.ser said after coming back to his senses. With a smile he stood up, his d.a.m.nably handsome face looking so like it was picking a fight with her.

She gulped.

"Nice to see you again, Miss Gomez. Did you miss me?"

...

Wendy didn't know what happened after. She just learned that Ver Drilon, the annoying Pretty Boy returned. And he somehow became her neighbor, saying he still had a conscience and knowing that his savior was now in the hunted list of that mysterious organization he was opposing, he decided to guard her, free of charge, until the threats to her life were eliminated.

When she first heard of the explanation he said, Wendy only took a few seconds to get the real situation.

"You fell for me?"

"What?!"

The suspicious trespa.s.ser who also even got himself potato chips as he watched the TV news coughed out what he had just put inside his mouth. He stared blankly at Wendy after. "Did you hit your head or something?"

But the girl didn't reply as she was busy dialing the police.

Ver watched her with extreme boredom. A host with full points like him wouldn't fear getting reported anywhere.

"Stop that, Miss. There is no way you'll get through them."

Wendy gritted her teeth when minuted pa.s.sed yet the call still couldn't connect. When she heard what the man said, she dumbfoundedly asked, "You installed a signal jammer at my place?"

'What's that?' His expression blatantly told her. But she didn't retract her suspicious gaze despite seeing that.

She took a step back and put her long umbrella in front. "State your real motive, you criminal! I only let you go last time because you saved me!"

"I told you. You will be hunted down. You saw a member of that organization. n.o.body is allowed to see or know of their existence."

She scoffed. 'What are they? An evil group working underneath the surface like 'The Enlightened'? Vying for world domination?'

"Nothing threatening has happened to me so far aside from you trespa.s.sing in my home, Mister." The tone Wendy used was so sarcastic.

"Good then. I can see that you're in good condition. I'm glad. It only means I won't be guilty since the one who saved me that time is not yet dead."

Inside this madman's head, a mysterious evil being laughed at him so much for his bulls.h.i.+tting and gave him points for it.

Ver continued, "Don't tell me even though you saw how aggressive towards your life that masked man is, you still haven't grasped their modus? He tried to kill us precisely because we saw them."

Wendy couldn't shake off the feeling that he was lying, and so she didn't take her gaze full of doubts off of him.

He was a criminal. Even though he seemed not as bad as the others, in the end, he still had a violent and immoral tendency. Why would she let him near her? Even if.... it was true that she couldn't help remembering him sometimes due to his brief stay with her at the dorm and his saving of her life, still, her morals would not let her go past helping him to evade the police once.

Wendy really felt the dilemma this time. How she wished her brother was here to rout this trouble away!

But what about that organization? It really seemed to exist since the authority found four more people masked the same as that one who tried to blow her up with a grenade.

After some time, she reluctantly asked, "... Do you have proofs that they are around?"

"No? But don't worry, I'm more than enough to ensure your safety."

"... Why will you even care for my safety?"

"I told you, I'm a man of conscience."

She looked at him weirdly.

"I plan to ask help from the authorities to aid me with this. I'm sorry to say this. But even if you saved me once, I don't trust you. I'm not someone with holes in my brain yet. No, maybe I already have some because I'm still talking nicely with someone like you. But. Do you think I'll be someone who dreams of being a female lead of an action movie where a handsome man protects her from all evil all while wielding guns and batons herself?"

The man could only say, "... Your imagination is quite amazing."

Wendy shook her head. "No matter what, I'll better be reporting this to the police."

The immoral host looked at him quietly and did not comment anymore. When he was asked to leave, he merely shrugged his shoulders then walked out of the house.

Of course, she knew the man wouldn't give her peace, thus she repeatedly tried to phone everyone concerned that she could.

Yet for some reason, starting from that day, whenever she was near that man, all the numbers in her phone couldn't be dialed.

What she didn't know was that he simply asked his system to bar anything or anyone that would make him go away from her side because like what she first guessed, though not to the extent of really falling for her, he did couldn't erase her face from his mind.

Four months pa.s.sed that Wendy couldn't disentangle herself with the pretty-faced young man who did not leave her side for the sake of protecting her. And to what went after between them, of course, there were inexplicable moments and encounters with that organization which as he predicted, had tried to kill her numerous times.

...

Midnight, in the laboratory located at the bas.e.m.e.nt of a resort East Coast of Edogawa Prefecture.

The non-host previously encased in ice finally woke up from his more-than-year long sleep.

Unfortunately, when he realized his situation after looking around for almost a quarter of an hour, his beloved's name, Sofony, was not the first thing that came out of his mouth...

"..."

But profanities laced with extreme indignation and anger.

"... b.a.s.t.a.r.d FRED MENDEZ! YOU'RE A PIECE OF S***!"

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