I couldn't feel much, except numbness. This bright light is so heavy; I think it's too saturated that I can't process what's happening.

The vision of Damien slowly blurs in, and his eyelids slowly opened. He is greeted with a nice, warm coldness and chill. With the dark looming shadows of the tall buildings standing next to him. It seems as if he is in an alleyway. An alleyway of which you don't want to enter.

There wasn't a single scratch on his insight. No bruise, no scars or anything. It's just normal. How it was when he got summoned to this world. He still had his phone and wallet in the two pockets of his thin black sweatshirt.

The sunlight peered straight through the dark alleyway.

"So, where am I now? Don't tell me I can just randomly teleport anywhere I please. That doesn't seem right."

He slowly stood back on his feet and walked along the dark alleyway. Walking unbelievably slowly towards the beaming sunlight which pierced straight through as if it is a light at the end of a tunnel. But soon; just before he knew it. He saw a sprinting silhouette in the far distance and heard echoes of taps bouncing off the walls.

The look of a feminine figure with long fluent and bright white hair; filled his grey eyes. The girl looked like she wore all dark; similar to Damien's typical choice of clothing. The blur of his sight couldn't truly make out what she looked like, but... it seemed that the sight of the silhouette is growing closer to him.

"Hey, why are you running?"

She didn't reply. Damien couldn't wager clearly on how close the female was approaching him. But then, he had a thought in his mind.

Is this the girl who summoned me here? Is this going to be the 'that' type of encounter? I'm not too sure about this, it just seems like she is running away from something. I need to ask her what's going on.

Just before Damien could even process what's happening, the feminine figure roughly bumped into him; and they both get knock backed towards the rough ground. With the girl lying in the sunlight, and the boy laying within the lingering shadows.

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The vision of his slightly returned to him, and his eyelids parted. The sight of the girl who bumped into him; grew clear to his sights.

He could see her appearance as clear as day now.

The softest and brightest tone of skin shone with her bright rosy cheeks. Her bangs were pushed to her right side; left side in Damien's perspective; whilst the rest of her long white hair relaxed upon the stone ground. Two long strands of white hair reached down to her perfect-sized chest, and her bright peachy-like shoulders of which had this bright tone; shone with the beaming sunlight.

This white hair doesn't look dyed. It looks natural. Like an old woman's white hair; except that it's young. Glimmering, and brushed down.

Is there a possibility that she is an elf? I mean, this is a fantasy world and all.

Damien found her appearance and her dress very seductive and filled with youth. She looked as if she was the same age as him; perfectly matching his opportunity for a long-growing relationship. Her right soft cheek pressed against the ground, and her mouth is gently open.

He slowly knelt to her and saw long legs covered in black stockings reaching up to the bottom of her thighs. One way to describe her is beautiful and almost as if she was an angel from the heavens.

Her appearance looked both cute and hot to him. A perfect combination of the two, if done right. Bright black eyelashes stretched from both her two shut eyes. Pretty and refined, and human-like ears were covered by her long silky white hair.

Damien felt like his breath is taken away by her. His heart is thumping rapidly, pushing blood through his veins; awakening him fully. His face is filled with a bright glowing red hue; aroused and attracted to her appearance as if he met her before.

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He faintly muttered; whilst peering at the pretty girl.

"She's gorgeous."

She slowly released a soft moan and quivered her eyes. The girl's eyes slowly opened as if she is awakening from her knockout. Revealing her bright prosperous glimmering dark grey iris, with a dark shade of cyan lying on the center of both her pupils. The girl's eyes are so cute and stunning to Damien. Her eyes are peering straight through Damien's face.

It hastily widened, and she swiftly dragged her buttocks away from him and yelled.

"W-What are you doing?!"

Her voice sounded sweet and chiming. Her voice's tone sounded like a beautiful smooth soothing flute; playing and proposing itself to the audience. Not too high-pitched, but also not too low-pitched. It's perfect.

"A-Are you going to rob me of my goods? I dearly apologize, I don't have anything to offer."

"NO NO! U-um... I'm not going to rob you. D-do you remember what happened before you got knocked out?"

This woman slowly turned her head away from me for a moment. Her cheeks harshly warmed up and blushed. What revealed to Damien, is that on her left cheek rests a long black 'S' shaped mark burdened on her skin. But the 'S' is inverted. It's almost the same shape and size as Damien's marking on his left cheek as well.

He couldn't grasp the scattered emotions surrounding him. He is both confused, aroused, and scared. The girl slowly turned his head to him; with her knees pointing up to the air; bending in an arch-shape. Her back is pressed against the walls' solid surface in the alleyway, and her long white hair touched the floor.

"Please, I... am wounded."

Damien had a semi-tone questioned look on his face.

"Oh please. simply bumping to me isn't going to injure y-"

Damien could see a large scrape of skin; laying on the floor. He hastily pushed himself up and sprinted to the girl. He knelt, and slowly pulled down her right stocking just a few centimeters.

"Oh, I see why it's hurting you. Stand still."

His face is filled with blush, and he could only focus on her and not the surroundings. The girl hastily backed away from him and slapped Damien's hand.

"W-What do you think you're doing?! Don't you have any sympathy for strangers?"

Her face shone with indigenous sunshine, and her eyelids parted glaring at him with a tone that looked like suspicion. She crossed her arms and turned her head away from Damien.

Wow, I never expected a beauty like her to act so childishly. But even when she looks angry; her beauty is never tarnished. She... looks even cuter than before! I need to give an explanation before she ditches me.

"Actually, I was going to patch your wound so that you could stop bleeding. This is a bandage from my world, see?"

"Ban... dage?"

Her adorable face is filled with a curious look. And the 'serious' tone lingering within her voice; seemingly vanished. The girl's long white hair swiftly swayed to her left, and then her right. It looks natural; so natural in fact it's eerily unrealistic. But seeing her sitting in an attractive position like this, aroused Damien to no bounds.

Her moderately dark grey eyes glanced at his face.

"So, you're saying that you were trying to... help me? I see... no one has ever done that to me."

"Really?"

The girl's eyes widened. The brilliant rays of the sun shone on her pretty face and stood back on her feet. She stood at least 165 centimeters tall, and her long white stretched down to her hips. Her dark dress is all stunning, thin, and attractive to him.

Her two shoulders are revealed, and the rest of her arms are covered by dark sleeves; minus the wrist area. Three white dots stretched from the neck to the bottom of her chest. Her feet are exposed; revealed soft and pretty. It's covered by the semi-transparent dark stockings that stretched from the bottom of her soft thighs to her feet.

"Now, I have a business to settle. Can you please get out of my way this instant? Or at least move to the side?"

Damien slowly turned his head to the girl and stood still.

Those two questions have the same meaning, but I'll let it slide and not correct her. After all, I don't want to be recognized as a douchebag right?

Her eyes widened. Her two legs slowly backed away, and she hovered her palm over the left side of her chest. It's like the look in her eyes is trying to reveal something to Damien. The reveal that both of them have the same mark on their face.

"You... have... that same... Soulmark. Are you... my... m-my.."

Damien slowly tilted his head; showing in all possibility that he is confused. His dark black sweatshirt swiftly blown to the side.

"Eh?"

The girl slowly pressed her fingers over her bottom lip, and she hastily turned her back away from him.

"Soulmate?!"