It's amazing

Episode 1

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It's amazing


w. Angtal

























. Episode 1 .





















How much time had passed? The rain continued to fall relentlessly, and I closed my eyes relentlessly… Then, I felt a touch behind me and opened my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I saw a man holding me up, drenched in rain. I could see myself as a prince on a white horse, saving Snow White from lying on the wet pavement. Of course, it was the man who was supporting me.






“…!!! Hey!!”






I was so startled that I violently punched the man in the face and jumped up. When I woke up, I realized the situation even more quickly. My umbrella had been tossed over there, and my hair and his were like wet seaweed strands, as if I'd just showered. It wasn't the blues.






"……. it hurts."


“Ah… I’m sorry. But who….”


“…where do you live?”


“Yes…? No-


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“Is it close from here?”


“Huh? No, wait a minute….”






What the heck, this guy. He suddenly asks where I am on our first meeting. I'm a little flustered, no, really flustered. I need to figure out the situation first, but because of him, my comprehension is even slower. I'm really curious about who he is, why his eyes are red, why I just fainted... And for a drunk, this guy speaks so clearly. Isn't he just crazy and not drunk?






“I’m hurt. It hurts.”


“…….”






He must have been secretly relaxed. Didn't we meet last time? For a first-time acquaintance, the conversation flowed incredibly naturally. Oh, let me correct you. Only the incoming conversation was natural, the outgoing conversation was unnatural. I'm not natural. I'm dying of embarrassment.






“There’s nothing to say. I’ll show you, so watch.”


“…….”






I remembered my wife's advice not to talk back to strangers, thinking, "What kind of weird people are these?" I ignored her and made plans to go home. Actually, I hadn't heard what the man had just said because I was so busy planning. Of course, he might follow me, so I couldn't just head home, right?

I had such a perfect plan in my head, but it completely fell apart. So, why did it fall apart? I want to know.






“…!!! Just a moment!!! Just a moment, just a moment, just a moment, just a moment, just a moment!!!”


“…? Why? I’m hurt here. Can you see?”


“No…!!! Take off your clothes!!! I know. You’re hurt, so put some clothes on….”


"…okay."






"Do you understand now?" the man suddenly lifted his long robe, revealing a wound on his stomach, claiming he'd been injured. As a Confucian girl, I was utterly terrified. But even with just a quick glance, I couldn't ignore the fact that a deep wound was visible.






“……. You’re badly hurt.”


"Oh. You saw it while covering it with your hand? You're the type to secretly see everything-"


“Ah!!! Seriously!!!! …So. Why are you so hurt….”






Have we really met somewhere before? Now, even conversation felt natural. It was my first time speaking naturally to someone I'd just met, so I felt a bit awkward even as I spoke.






“…Hmm. It’s a bit complicated.”






"Should I go to your house first?" He looked at me with a secretly serious expression. I began to doubt him even more, wondering why he was so obsessed with my house. I felt it was a bit much to bring him into my house on our first date, so I wanted to get out of here quickly. What if he's weird?






“…. No, sorry… Think about it. Why would I bring a man I just met today to my house? And I live alone.”


“…How old are you?”


“……. I’m 18. How old are you that you keep speaking informally to me…?”


"Hmm. More than you. ...I don't know if you'll believe me or not, but I'll explain everything to you as best I can, so can you trust me just this once and go home? And we're getting rained on right now. I've caught a cold."


“…Oh, I see….”






I'd forgotten for a moment. It was still pouring rain, and we were getting soaked without even an umbrella. Honestly, I had an umbrella lying a long way away, but I didn't want to bother going.






“…Still. How can I trust you?”


“……. Well then, there’s nothing I can do.”

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“I’m sorry for holding you back. Please don’t report me.”




This man, leaving those words behind, got up from his seat and walked in the opposite direction of my house. No, I didn't expect this kind of reaction. I was a little taken aback.

Honestly, he doesn't seem like a bad person, and I have a lot of self-defense equipment at home, so I can defeat him no matter what. So I was just going to let him in, but who would have thought he'd leave like this?






“……. Ah, just come!!!”






I blurted out those words, feeling a strange sense of regret. He turned around, made a large heart sign with his hand, and ran towards me with all his might. It was the man, but it was dark, but I recognized him immediately. I burst out laughing at the sight, and somehow, I felt like it was going to be fun. It really should be. The worry in my heart was understandable.






































Beep beep beep— Tirolee—



“Oh… This is so amazing. If I don’t dial this number, the door won’t open?”


“…? Yes, uh…. No, you’ve never seen it before?”



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“…. Oh, no? I was just saying.”





This guy is secretly crazy. Just like when he pressed the doorbell on the first floor, and even now… He looks at everything in this world with wonder, as if he’s seeing it for the first time. I feel like I let the wrong person in, but is it really okay to let them in? And this guy is really tall. He hit his head on the shoe rack when he came into the house earlier. I didn’t really pay attention at first, but he really is as tall as the ceiling of my house. I think he’s easily over 190 cm, but it’s a little scary.






“Please sit here for now.”


“Yeah, I understand.”






I decided to sit this strange man down and blurted out these words, but as soon as he finished answering, I heard a strange swoosh-swoosh sound. What is it!!! I immediately turned around and looked back, but all I could see was a big man sitting there quietly.






“…?”


“…Yeah, why?”


“…. No. I heard something strange. Let me see your wound first. There’s a first aid kit, though….”


"Oh. No. Go change into some comfortable clothes. I'll just sit here."


“…….”



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“G, can you please stop giving me such suspicious looks… I’m a weird vampire- no, I’m not human….”


“It sounds even more suspicious when you say it like that.”






He said all sorts of suspicious things and told me not to suspect him, so I don't know why I feel even more suspicious, but I decided to wash and change clothes first. I had makeup on, so I had to wash my face quickly before my skin got damaged. Maybe it already was. So I washed my hands and face, changed clothes, grabbed a first aid kit to treat him, and headed toward him.






“I saw earlier that your arm was injured. Do you want to treat your arm first?”


“Huh…? Yeah, no, that’s-


“Just give it to me. It’s kind of frustrating.”






I was so frustrated with this man, who had been hesitating to speak, that I just reached out. He was secretly scared, so I grabbed his trembling wrist and rolled up his arm with one hand. I saw something strange. Perhaps that was why he hesitated to speak.






"…tattoo…?"


“…….”






No, it wasn't just a few small ones. It was a strangely scripted tattoo that covered one entire arm. And the scars were nowhere to be found, so I almost thought I'd brought the wrong arm. For a moment, I knew something was wrong. This person didn't seem like an ordinary person. Was it just my imagination? I often saw those "I invited the boss of the organization into my house" things while doing FanPlus. I even wondered if this was a real situation. This feeling of sudden fear... How nice.






“…….”






As a brief silence passed, I raised my head and looked at the man. This suspicious man must have been watching me from the beginning, because our eyes met. I decided to just make eye contact and say, "Let's just say it while we're at it," and finally blurted out the thought that had occurred to me the moment I saw the tattoo.























“…….Are you by any chance the boss of the organization…?”



























I don't think I'm normal even for asking that question.