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Bora Flames
New City of Macau

Hour 03:36

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It was not in her plan to knock the man out when Sethal threw the heavy goblet in his direction. In fact it was Hsiao's plan to do so.

Though it seemed to have gone down south, all they have wanted was to merely scare the guy, scared enough to spit out his motive behind sending the tattooed brute to kill Hsiao.

Sethal sits cross-legged next to the now unconscious FFI Agent, patiently waiting for the dude to come back. The ghost of a friend of hers roams freely around the space skimming through every little thing in the household.

The place has come back to its usual darkness as Sethal and Hsiao has decided to turn the lights off. Yet Sethal who isn't a fan of the darkness has insisted to keep one candle and it has managed to lit-up about a small circle around her, enough to keep her less concerned about the light settings inside. While she refuses to step out of her spotlight Hsiao Decided to his expedition alone.

He peeps into every vas that has been kept as decors all over the place, admiring those ancient drawings on them. He is really fascinated to see the number of bookshelves in the place.

After the explosion, no one really bothered on reading, lest collecting those paperbacks. Most people in New World has better things to enjoy themselves. To name some, the Aliens Pub, the famous spot for alien's as your hook, the otherworldly communication centers where you contacted your best alien buds via tech gimmicks or if you are still the same old school guy then the virtual realistic sightseeing, hiking and beach camp clubs would provide you the really experience inside a studio.

Hsiao tries on picking a book out of a shelf but get attacked by a cloud of dust. A dry cough followed by few sneezes make him put the old artifact back to its spot. He vaguely wonders how ancient this agent should be considering his peculiar lifestyle that seems to have no way to fit within modern world.

When Hsiao decided to follow the strange man he saw at the night market the other day, because the tattooed giant could trigger his only memory as a living, he witnessed how the tattooed guy followed this particular agent like an obedient pup. So, it was Sethal's conclusion that this agent should be the utter course of everything happening to him.

Though they couldn't really find where they were off to in that lift, for some reason the metal the door of the lift was made hasn't allowed the atomic un-anatomic Hsiao pass through and Sethal on the other hand Sethal has had a hard time leaving a particular, purple colour stuffed animal to its designated shelf.

So, at the end the duo has settled on silently following the agent, and getting him to speak to them sometime. The ghost has freely floated behind the agent as they returned from Shanghai, unknown and unseen to any eye while Sethal just pretended to be a tourist who has no clue of where she was, as she sat right next to the agent, carefully monitoring his every move, throughout their thirty minutes of subway-ship ride.

And now that Mr Oblivious is lying unconscious on the floor of his own house, Hsiao can think of nothing more than just sitting by his side till he wakes up.

Getting bored of silently sitting there, Sethal peeps into the agents face. The guy looks peaceful and sort of rigid; his eyes tightly shut. His face smooth and unlined. Filled with youth. His facial features appear to be chiseled out perfectly by an artist with surreal beauty. So unalike for a tough agent like him. The more she looks into the man's face the more attractive he looks.

Unlike the time they saw the agent at 'Toy Land' before, now he is covered in glitter and shining whenever his skin catches the barest of candlelight

A soft smile blooms on her plump lips and she looks up at Hsiao. And the guy gives her a peculiar look and raises a brow.

"What?"

"He is...beautiful, isn't he?" Sethal asks. The ghost scoffs in reply.

"Treason. He is the reason why I'm stuck in afterlife."

"We still don't know that for sure." The girl reasons.

"Oh, you'll get the confirmation letter you need once he wakes up." He spits out.

Simply ignoring her wrathful ghost company Sethal focuses back on the agent. She notices a faint difference of skin, by the side of the agent's face, which appears as if there has been some design drawn there but for some reason has later rubbed away. She slowly traces a line along his face.

Her fingertip touches a single shining spot on his face. And for a briefest second, she feels as if she is being electrocuted by his skin. Sethal jerks away from the still body of the agent, scooting as far as she could along the slipper floor of the house.

Taken by surprise the ghost swiftly floats back to her. "What happened?", he asks.

The world goes still for a moment, both the living and the dead still fixedly gazing at the agent wide-eyed, while the guy slowly stirs awake.

He blinks a few times and slowly turns his head around, seemingly trying to figure out what has happened to him. His eyes roam around the space before fixedly settling by the spot where Hsiao stands at.

That makes the poor ghost to coil back even more, an ill feeling creeping onto him confirming that the agent is looking at right at him. But then it dawns on Hsiao that he is already invisible and still is so much of a ghost. The thought itself could take off a huge burden off his chest.

"I almost thought he'd seen me." He sighs in relief. His body relaxes, eyes fixed on the awaken agent, nonetheless.

"Oh, I see you so very well. And I would very much like an explanation of as to why my head spines so bad," He turns around facing Sethal, rolled up to her body, terrified, "And X... what a Sky has to do at my place this late at night?"

A/N: Severely unedited.