At noon, when the sun hides behind the clouds, and the breeze passes through the north, in the meadow between the circled mountains, is where the boy escapes from the world. He lies motionless on the grassy ground with twelve wild flowers clenched tightly in his fist against the cloudy sky, he stared at them.

"Flowers... I took care of them... I saw their beauty... But in the end... After the blooming phase... After the petals have browned, and fallen to the ground... The beauty said goodbye... They soon become... Trash in people's eyes."

"What...?" A small voice echoed.

The boy looked at the devil above, looking down at him; they locked eyes, and the devil descended. It dared not elevate itself above the boy for more than five seconds. Although the devil was mad to see the meadow he created being used by a mere human, he could not help but feel familiarity from the boy. It was not because he had seen someone with the same face, but because of what he feels every time he looked at the boy—it was a mixture of awe and extreme belittlement.

"A horn so small it was nearly hidden by your red hair, wings with feathers of the bird's in the color of grey, and eyes black and blue. An outcast, just like me. May I know your name?" The boy asked, putting down the flowers in his hand as he pointed out the little devil's flaws. Flaws that prove the devil wanted to change. The boy sat, facing the little devil with a smile.

"It ain't funny, don't laugh..." The little devil gritted his teeth, slightly looking down in shame. "Who, and what are you doing here anyway?!" The little devil added, feeling offended.

"If I ask you a question, answer me first before questioning me back. And I didn't laugh; I was smiling," the boy corrected.

"I don't have a name! Are you happy now?!" The little devil said fiercely... Bitterly. He looked down even more as his eyes swelled up with tears, which he was strongly suppressing.

"Tricen."

"Huh?... What?" The little devil asked, suddenly feeling called.

"Your eyes turned white and black," the boy said casually as he pointed at the little devil's eyes. "It has become like mine." He added and stood up to walk towards a clear pond. The little devil followed. Both looked at their faces from their reflection and both felt unfamiliar.

"A Human..." They both muttered, unable to tell whether they truly said the words or simply listened.

"You are not an outcast because of what you thought," the boy said firmly, still looking at his reflection.

"What...?" The devil questioned, looking at his reflection too, thinking otherwise.

"You may speak like a child, fake innocence, and feign your emotions, but you, a devil who has lived for exactly three hundred years, can't hide your grim from me. I am absolute," the boy said.

The little devil could not help but laugh, intrigued. Laughing as the form of a devil child fades, and a real gruesome creature appeared.

"Am I funny to you? Stop laughing. From now on, you are a cat," the boy pointed at the devil.

"And what, you will be the mouse?" The devil jested with a chuckle.

"That's right," the boy agreed, making the devil open his mouth in confusion, after all, it was just a joke. "This will be our lifetime game. You hold the bell, and I hold the string; the moment the bell rang, look for the mouse (me). Once the mouse is caught, he (I) will be 'it'. Once he's it, he'll be the cat and the cat (You) will be the mouse."

"Uh... I'm immortal, and you'll die in a century," the devil said, implying that the boy will die and it will be the boy's lifetime game, not his.

"Oh, don't worry about that," the boy assured and disappeared.

Leaving the devil in a trance. A few moments later, the devil took the twelve wild flowers the child once held and planted them on the ground, expecting them to grow. However, a plant without a root cannot live long. It withers with every second.

[If you don't want to be confused. Skip. And read chapter 8]