Boian was not thinking right.

Sitting comfortably on a white bed with a beautiful girl leaning her head against his shoulder and hugging his right hand with her both fairy-like hands close to her chest, he did not think what a man should.

'When is she going to end this? How long is she going to keep me like this?'

Disregarding the playing movie that seemed to have reached high tension, Boian raced his eyes around the room. It was a small apartment in a deserted city outskirt. The living room seems to be empty, with little to no decorative items. But it was queer to see 55" TV with a high-quality home theater in the tiny bedroom.

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'She must be fond of watching TV' he thought as he turned his focus on to the girl. Viette.

Looking at her dark brown hair, clear smooth skin and beautiful face, she could be considered as one of the beautiful girls he had seen in his long life. But what makes him wonder was that this girl has something that makes people attracts to him. Some strange force. A girl like her, who was beautiful and has no issue with talking friendly with even a stranger like him, has spent most of her time inside this apartment of hers. Is she hiding? Is she a criminal or fugitive. She must be what those Japanese fellows call an 'Otaku.'

'What a strange girl,' he mumbled to himself while a slight smile appeared on his face as he remembered her reaction after he broke in.