That woman, who was sitting on someone else’s bed like it was nothing, was wearing a white suit again today. She looked like she was remembering something from the past. Maru wondered if he had to offer her a drink or something. Unlike before, she was quiet today. It was as though her business here was to watch.

Maru looked at her with a calm look but inwardly, he was exclaiming. She had the face of a human, but her face possessed a beauty that couldn’t be described as anything human. Her beauty looked like it was about to suck him in.

Looking at her in detail, there were ordinary parts about her as well. For example, her nose. From the perspective of western beauty, her nose was slightly low and round. Her eyes and mouth were also very normal-looking when viewed separately, but with all of them together, she was practically the goddess of beauty. Maru, who admired her like he was admiring a splendid piece of art, suddenly came to himself. She wasn’t a sculpture. Though, she wasn’t human either. Would she have emotions then?

“What were you doing?” the woman asked as she looked at his desk.

“I thought people with your job all knew? I thought you were watching my every action.”

He blinked once. The woman, who was on the bed, was now right next to him, reading a memo...