Hollow windows, that is what Xie Bian felt about Wuju's eyes when he woke up.

- Awake?

Wuju doesn't respond, under his dark circles, those eyelids collapse. Xie Bian smile gently, wash himself before receiving their breakfast served.

- You are slacking off by sleeping, Wuju.

Xie Bian cuddles Wuju's hair, carefully put on the blanket for him. Recently he is being chosen for so many matches, such a huge amount of demand...

- Please come back to your room immediately! During this time you are s'pose to stay in quarantine!

It's Emily. Problably she came to check as her kind, live saviour of a doctor' soul.

Her sudden scream pulls Xie Bian back to reality, that he has closed the door without concious. He giggles, wow, that was very tough. Decide to tease around, Xie Bian opens his door again:

- Oh my, miss, you must have been so careless around here. The pandemic is still, in a serious condition—beside, this is the hunter's dorm, outside of matching times won't mean you are safe.

Tiny red gaze rises from his eyes. Hunters and survivors, never share the same empire. There are exceptions, still, that won't stop hunters to continue being wicked and follow their desire of torturing and enjoying things only psychopaths can understand. Outside the playground, no, should be discribe as 'matches', hunters are allowed to do anything—as long as the target still breathe, which is totally bull shit—since no one can really achieve death in this manor.

"What a beautiful dream, you, leaving through suicidal?
You can't die when you have already dead."

Xie Bian try to mimick a scary look, but he is still, a gentleman, therefore it makes the doctor surpise. She was scared, but she knows he might just teasing her. What a pair that one is so kind but can also mock people out with such awful words. Another one doesn't even bother to leave a gaze for anyone else rather than his sibling.

The doctor whimpers to herself, see, being a doctor in this manor is way too troublesome.

Wuju is still sleeping, Xie Bian stares at him for a while, decide to have a chat with Michiko. Being Asian and share the same culture really help them out to have a lot of conversations. The long black hair now has been tied up nicely with a bun and the new outfit of Michiko impresses Xie Bian a lot:

- You have new clothing again?

- How do I look? This outfit is good right?

Michiko spin herself around, dancing in her traditional moves.

- Indeed, you look gorgeous. This silk must be highly produced, with these little sparkling jewellery details.

- What about this accesory on my hair? I am pleased, it really bring out the beauty, but not too show off.

- Yes, the accesory really sets off your face.

- I also have a new fan!

Michiko opens her fan, her cheeks blushing happily. Those jewellery sparks out like diamons, as if it could remove the darkness and dull atmostphere of the hunter's dorm.

- By the way, you also have your own new clothes. Don't you want to try them out?

- We?

- Of course, you and the other "you". They gave me our stuffs, that's why I called you out.

- My pleasure, thank you so much.

- I also want to see you in this new outfit, you have seen me already.

- You must be so pleased with your new clothes, I see.

- Don't try to get away, get change now!

When Fan Wuju finally wake up, beside him is empty. It was nearly afternoon, Xie Bian must have done a lot of work. Lazily walk down the room, Wuju still can not find Xie Bian. He feels weird, but then, he knows Xie Bian must be at Michiko's place.

Michiko was helping Xie Bian to get change, and yet, Wuju dislike her as usual. "A thot", deep inside Wuju's mind, he will never say it out loud—Wuju is not a gentle, kind or thoughtful man with others anyway. Xie Bian looks incredible in those clothing... eventhough his anger is slightly rising by seeing geisha and Xie Bian get along, Wuju still understand that he can not be rude straight away. However, his eyes seem to not think so, the jealousness comes so quick. Undercontrolled, Wuju whispers to himself.

They look good together—how dare they do so?

Xie Bian smile gently, he always does, being so kind and approachable. The woman is wearing something really close to cheongsam, bring out her beautiful, feminine appearance. The silk is also impressive, with some sort of sparkling jewels like diamons. Wuju feels discomfort and can't stand looking at them anymore, but he can only remain silence. Xie Bian notices him immediately, pulling him to his chest:

- It's freezing outside! You should stay in the room!

Wuju stares at him, showing his deathly fish eyes.

Xie Bian covers up Wuju with his arms, he never says, but everyone knows how Wuju's illness created an obsession for Xie Bian. His brother even naked yesterday in the blanket, now walking around with only a thin shirt really set Xie Bian to anxiety. Checking the temperature through Wuju's forehead, he is now even more cold-blooded than Xie Bian. Xie Bian has always been the one with the body heat much lower than normal human being, but now Wuju's temperature is even at worse.

- Oh dear, he is also here! Let's see how does he look in this new outfit!
- Apologize my lady, we highly appreciate your kindness, but Wuju is still ill, I need to take care for him by myself.

Xie Bian hides the other part of his words, that he will never let anyone has the chance to see Wuju's naked. Grabing their clothes, he closed their bedroom door.

He want to nag at Wuju, yes, for not taking good care of himself, but Xie Bian can't do that. Holding Wuju tight in his arms, Wuju feel the heartbeat from Xie Bian chest, whimpers:

- I hate that geisha so much! She is nothing more than the hookers—

- Come on, Wuju. Xie Bian knows that even words can't come through Wuju's mind right now.

He knows for sure that Wuju is getting jealous, he knows that both of them hate seeing the other have any close contact with anyone, but Wuju in a jealousy way is just adorable that Xie Bian want to tease him around.

Time runs like a leopard, the sun soonly falls down.

Stay up late for too long, today Wuju enters his dream right after lying down his bed. Xie Bian open his eyes, teleports to the destination. Some one has required to see him here.

- Spread these virus to the whole manor, you can, right? Then you and your little desire will be free.

Xie Bian smirk, what an awful lie, but who is he, a five year old kid? If he can escape that easily, there is no way everyone is still suffering here day by day.

- Just this? Calling me out in the middle of the night, for this stupidity reason?

- Well you can laugh, my dear, but if you disagree, I don't think that will be better for you.

The man takes out a little bottle, there is an ugly heart inside, still moving, Xie Bian can realize the heartbeat with some green lights shine, the most familiar thing with Xie Bian—his old career, the little toy for him as a death eater, those little green lights represent human souls. He knows it so well, so clear, how a human gives up their soul and creating transaction with the underworld of demons. They sacrify their hearts, which, still move, went through so many tortures, cutting off their own body parts. After all, they will receive an offer, that could be everything, anything, since the price is their own soul.

Xie Bian stares at the bottle, and he knows, this is gonna be his worst nightmare.

On the top of that bottle there, written a name, Fan Wuju.

Sold it to monsters, fall into a horror,
A luxurious trap with pale warmth so far.