He has my gun and the key.

I roamed my eyes on the trees to find him but he is not there. Where is a hideous guy possibly at? I looked weird walking with a cuff in my hand.

And they really made sure that I cannot easily remove it since it has no screw to poke out and is made from a material that won't be easily bent or cutted.

The key is the only thing to open it and my captor is nowhere to be seen. He also got a property of mine.

I've also asked Rene whether he has seen him or he had a solution on how to remove it but he only made me face his sword. I told him that I am fine if he will be the one to use that to free me, but he said I should be the one to do it.

How am I supposed to use it properly when I cannot freely move my hands? His sword is very sharp and I am afraid I would cut my own hands and not this stupid rounded metal. My knowledge and experience in swords are not enough for me to trust myself for that.

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There is an elevator to take to reach the third and fourth floor faster but I choose to go up by the stairs. He might be there sitting, but instead of him, I am welcomed by nothing.

I reached the fourth floor and I am definitely not in a good mood right now.

Two rooms have lights on. The clinic and an office.

If there would be an urgent accident and one is in need, do they have to still go to the fourth floor? I couldn't see the point of having it on this floor.

Although I observed he is not fond of being with people, I tried entering the clinic to check. And there he is, watching the scandalous girl sleeping.

He immediately sense someone watching him. He fixed the girl's comforter before he walked towards me.

"Where's my gun?" I immediately asked him.

He calmly hands the gun on my hand, facing me with a blank expression. I can just pull the trigger right now but I didn't. He also handed me the key afterward.

I look at the barbie doll peacefully sleeping in the bed.

"You are leaving me and her alone? I am with a gun," I said because he is walking near the door already.

"Kill her then," he coldly said, with me facing his back.

He then closed the door without a doubt.

I get it now.

I walked out of the room too and he is no longer in the vicinity.

A mysterious boy and an overly scandalous girl.

I opened my cuff with the key and look at the girl from the outside.

Lucky.

Why do we always have to be in denial at love?