Introductions

"Who are you?" Muttered out, Alise.

"Good evening," Yang Lin spoke as he lowered the towel from his visage. His tranquil eyes scanned Alise, he had to admit that Anastasia was right, she was the beautiful one between the two. While Anastasia enjoyed the mature and elegant charm of a woman, Alise seemed like the innocent and conservative young lady. Even now, her eyes didn't break eye contact, even though a practically half-naked stranger stood before her.

Alise's mouth twitched. She gently closed the door with the lock before bypassing Yang Lin who stood there silently, observing this tiny woman. She wore a long hazel, summer dress, and a white cropped jacket made of leather. With a downcast expression she took her hurried steps towards Anastasia's room, Yang Lin followed behind out of curiosity.

Once she stood near the door, she drew in a long breath, and shouted at the capacity of her lungs, "You lazy witch! You could have informed me!"

Her voice was so loud that Yang Lin felt his ears buzz momentarily. He took a step back involuntarily, watching the silhouette of this woman whom had her body emit some feral breath as her chest heaved up and down. She seemed very, very upset.

Click!

The bedroom's door unlocked a moment later and abruptly opened. The tiny woman wanted to shout again, but she was quickly drawn into a pair of enormous breasts, her head and delicate shoulders wrapped tightly in a pair of slender arms.

"Alise!" Anastasia exclaimed out in a spring-like, silver giggle as she hugged the other so tenderly. Alise struggled, her muffled screams vibrated into Anastasia's cleavage, she seemed to be complaining about the lack of air, but her speech was too incoherent for one to understand. After a considerable amount of seconds, Anastasia unhanded Alise and turned her over to face Yang Lin, her face was flushed red in dizziness as she gasped for air.

"Alise, this is my new roommate, Lin!" Anastasia nodded her head, hugging Alise's small frame from behind as she continued, "Lin, this is my best friend, Alise!" After casting a glance at Yang Lin's strange expression, she introduced him.

"And before you ask, it's your fault," Anastasia said to Alise, then leaned over towards the woman's ear as she whispered, "if you had not made a drunken mess out of me yesterday, I wouldn't have forgotten I'm receiving a roommate today. So, since you're partially responsible, take responsibility and show him around, okay?"

Alise was still trying to wrap her head over what transpired until Anastasia's voice registered in her mind. She choked on air, clenching her small fists over how unreasonable her best friend was. Then, she felt Anastasia's plump lips dive into her puffed cheek for a deep kiss, rendering her speechless from embarrassment.

"Stop kissing my cheek in front of stranger-..." She was about to exclaim before she felt herself being pushed towards Yang Lin's direction, Anastasia actually said, "Have fun!" And retreated to her room before slamming her door shut.

"Ah!" Alise shouted, almost embracing Yang Lin. However, he made a swift evasive movement, allowing her to zip past him and entangle a nearby chair instead. If it wasn't for the chair, she would have most likely tripped over her own balance and fallen.

"Ugh, would it kill you to catch a lady?!" She shot a glance at Yang Lin as if she has been wronged. However, noticing that he wasn't only half-naked, but somewhat drenched in water as well, she quickly shook that idea off. She would have rather fallen on the ground than engage in such indecency.

"Nevermind," she said, sighing softly and reestablishing her balance, fixing her attire, she reclined back into the nearby chair. "When do you start fighting?" She asked, trying to regain her composure. Nonetheless, she shot angry glares at Anastasia's room occasionally.

Inside the room, Anastasia shivered lightly but acted as though she felt nothing and immersed herself in watching the recorded matches.

"My first deathmatch is in three days." Yang Lin answered, leaning against a wall nearby in a languid manner.

"Oh?" Alise's eyebrows slightly raised, a deathmatch, eh?

"Shouldn't you familiarize yourself with fighting before, you know, killing?" She asked, rarely would anyone ever strive for a deathmatch the day they step foot into the arena, what was he thinking?

"I can use these three days to get familiar with combat in the training grounds, no?" He retorted with a rhetorical question, a faint smile captured his lips.

"True, true," Alise nodded, saying, "So, you feel like heading now? I was supposed to take that witch and train together but seems like she has found herself some other plans. What is she doing anyway?" Alise sighed, feeling bitter as she glared once again at Anastasia's room.

"Hm, she's reviewing deathmatches, I think…" Yang Lin recalled her saying she would watch some recorded matches. Though, he didn't know if it was true.

"Eh? Ann, watching deathmatches? Since when?" Alise sported an odd expression. The two never cared about watching these matches for a long time. There was once an individual who piqued Anastasia's interest, he was doing pretty well on standard matches too. Then, he decided to have a go at deathmatches, and he died on his first try.

That was probably the only deathmatch Anastasia had watched live.

"Hm? Is there something on my face?" Noticing Alise spacing out as she gazed at him, he was prompted to ask.

"Ah, nothing nothing! Hehe…" Alise smiled awkwardly. They're similar, she thought to herself.

"What are you waiting for? Go get dressed, we don't have all night!" She then urged him to go get clothed, shattering the awkwardness of the situation.

"Okay…" Yang Lin responded, still puzzled. Regardless, he got off the wall and headed towards his own room. Behind him, Alise sighed and wondered whether this was a coincidence or Mister Gray plotting something.

...

In his room, Yang Lin stood in front of a tall mirror installed into the wall. On it, he saw his reflection.

Wearing a black fit of trunk trousers, high military boots, and a collared t-shirt underneath a heavy leather jacket. This type of modern fashion captivated his liking, he wondered if he could ever go shopping and fill his wardrobe with similar trends.

"You still oppose me going with her as my master?" fixing up his collar, Yang Lin cast a glance at the silver, three-tailed fox that silently stared back at him.

The fox maintained its silent protest, merely gazing back at Yang Lin, seemingly displeased for one reason or another.