In a hidden dark place within a campus. You'll see nothing out-of-place at first site, but if you focused enough you can see a red light blinking weakly within this space full of darkness. Such beauty hidden for others to see and yes, that is main purpose for such an item we'll call "Camera".
The camera is blinking weakly within this hidden location *ehem* girl's locker room that no one, except the culprit who put such godly weapon, can locate it.
The main culprit, Emanuel Elswore known as EL, also a 19 years old college student in Engineer, right now wasn't happy.
In the XXX Mountain, in a certain village, EL's looking gloomily at his house. It was wrecked and not even a scrap of it remains undestroyed except of the wooden brick in
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There are only seven houses here. Good thing that no one no longer lives here with the exception of him. Others left one by one, after learning that the place was too unsafe and unguarded. Well, he didn't mind though, as this place gives him warmth and love from his deceased parents.
After walking a certain distance he saw the cemented road and muttered “How come they burned those rotten woods and collected those bricks and cements while this road that has even have more cement than my house was not excavated.”
He was really angry at those pricks for burning down the last memento of his deceased parents.
Before he could come up any speculation he heard a “Beep!” it’s a beep coming from a car.
He saw a Mitsubishi Eclipse moving slow and honking at him. The car window opened and a beauty come out and said “Hey, I’m lost in this place and I'm not too sure if I'm going the right way, can you tell me where's Y'raunaja City? As for compensation, you can hop in and I’ll give you a ride!”
El was surprised not only because the girl find this place but was also a beauty! He was thinking, “What luck! I think I can make her my first ever girlfriend! Those curves, hair and scent… waaah !!! I’m in luck!”
Before he could answer, the girl turned, scared and said “I’m sorry for disturbing you, sir!” and she hit the pedal and ran without even looking back.
All that our MC could say is “EH…mmm” he didn’t know what happened and never would he ever
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