THUD. A human head landed in the corridor, producing a faint sound.
In the silent night, the faint sound traveled through the crack in the door and into the dimly lit bedroom.
Realizing something was amiss, Yasuda Masao's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he asked in a deep voice, "Who's there?"
Haga Koumei, in the corner, looked up with a trace of curiosity at the figure that had suddenly appeared outside the door.
The Japanese-style sliding door was pushed open.
Light from the corridor flooded the bedroom as a tall Western man stood in the doorway.
His golden, ear-length hair shimmered with a golden luster in the light.
His skin was whiter than a woman's, and his build was extraordinarily robust. His broad shoulders seemed nearly as wide as car tires.
His sharp facial features and a sweep of his brown eyes made Haga Koumei's heart pound. A wave of shyness instinctively washed over her.
