"So what will you do now, 'Princess'?" I hatefully whispered in her ears.
She bitterly looked down at the ground, humiliated by my sentence, as her hands trembled.
Adding with an evil tone, "How about you remove your hands? And show him how much of a "Princess" you are; he obviously thinks you all pure and naive, wouldn't be fun to find out his reaction?"
She couldn't take my mean babbles anymore, horrifiedly squatting in the ground while her eyes were shut closed.
Arima reacted rapidly, worriedly shouting, "Miku, what's wrong?"
I didn't want to stay any longer, so I just pretended that I wanted to help. Thus, I screamed, "I will go bring help,"
Of course, I wasn't planning to go back, but on my way to the door, I glanced around, meeting Miku eyes, smirking, as my lips moved, not uttering any voice, "We'll meet again,"
Winked one time and left the foolish pair.
Moving on down the stairs, the system notification buzzed inside my head.
I wasn't too shocked by the notification.
'Umm! There are one more top-class specimens of humanity like you personally call them, at this place? Such a small world.'
'If you don't mind my lovely system.'
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Name: Ai Sato
Age: 16
Looks: 9/10
Description: none
Talent: 9,5/10
Description: a hidden artistic genius, her capabilities, if groomed well, might land humanity another Picasso or van Gogh.
Infatuation: neutral
Difficulty: C/S
Additional stats will be revealed after the target infatuation surpasses 50%.
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Going through her stats, everything seems normal to Yami; however, his eyes focused on the strange difficulty status, 'Oye, Narcos, what does C/S mean?'
'Hmm, dangerous? Interesting!'
Yami grinned, getting excited to see the new target, as he requested his system to guide him to her location.
I strolled to where he pointed me; it seems that the department was almost empty; confused, I looked at the time poster glued to the wooden door.
'Oh, so today is a vacation for this department! But how did that girl sneak into here?'
I Got overly perplexed with time; deciding that sneaking in too is the only solution.
'I hope I don't get into trouble over this'
Strolling in the pathway, like the latter department, there are numerous doors locked; however, number 4 in the right corner was faintly open.
As I got closer to the door, I heard someone humming a song; the melody was haunting yet beautiful, making the brain filled with a sense of serenity.
But after taking a peek between the cracks of the door, I saw a girl in front of a vast mirror; her delicate hands held a brush skillfully drawing; however, the art piece, in this case, was her own face.
'Hideous!' Yami thought, glancing at her reflection;
Moreover, her face was crammed with dreadful demonic sketches, hellishly absorbing her aura, turning it to something else, like she wanted to create a demon.
"Wtf? Why would she draw something like that?" He questioned, focusing his sight at her figure; the dress she was wearing wasn't to the level which he can say "tattered", but it didn't fit the criteria either of this place; from the moment he stepped foot at this Academy, everyone was dressed expensively.
Puzzle portions started to fall, and he tried to follow the most logical conclusion thread. Thus, he came up with a dissertation.
'From the facts I collected till now, I can tell that this girl isn't part of this academy, well, at least not a 'student'.
Yami tapped his foot on the ground and ghosted his ideas, collecting some courage to enter.
Slowly, he opened the door, but the girl didn't notice his arrival yet; from the look of it, she was even more in the zone than Arima.
Long Seconds passed.
A soft sound resounded in the studio, "That's an interesting portrait you're doing,"
The disheveled girl heard the voice, calmly turning her pupils to the side, while her glossy ink-black hair complemented the look of a broken, wretched little demoness.
She saw a smiling boy, leisurely studying her face.
She responded with a stern tone, "doesn't it scare you?"
He thought about something and shrugged, "It does, but art is art; as long as you truly express yourself using it, then I would always find it interesting,"
Her face showed slight emotions.
"And how did you know I was expressing myself?" she added.
Her sinister voice reached Yami's ears, and before he can answer, Narcos cut him off.
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The host is obligated to pick a route:
1- "From the way you were focused."
Infatuation: +5 points
Description: Random answer, furthermore, not a lie.
Route: Still flexible and can change.
2- "Your sketches are unique; I can tell they came from the bottom of your heart.
Infatuation: -100%
Description: cliché answer, as it's also not truthful, the disgust Ai harness to hypocritical people is too great.
Route: the host will lose any chance of redeeming himself.
2-"Miserable devils recognize each other"
Infatuation: +30 points
Warning: this route is unpredictable, which is not so much desirable before the host gets to understand the target better.
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'Shit! This is tricky; the last route points are very desirable, but the first one is more stable.'
He calculated the drawbacks and gains of both routes; then, he laughed at the second route because that was exactly what he wanted to say. 'Uff! I am saved! But now, What sentence should I pick?'