Your Blood And Body

"WHAT am I going to do now?"

I exhaled deeply, threw my purse on the table and leaned back against the sofa.

Dammit. Damn it!

If I can't come home next month, I'll die horribly from hunger in this place. Not because of anything or why, it's just that the sudden lockdown from the government since one week ago has succeeded in making me move.

Sitting quietly in a cramped apartment and ending up starving to death from running out of money. I just transferred a few bucks to a Visa before I flew here, and if things continue like this, whether I stay or get out of here I'll still die.

"You look sad." Japanese with a distinctive accent from overseas responded to me.

"Stop it, Daniel, you're making my mood even worse." 

I closed my eyes, reluctant to look at the annoying face that was my next-door neighbor. He always bothered me every day.

An annoying figure who likes to go into and out of my apartment. I don't know what made him feel good when he infiltrated my house, but his expression was always like that. How annoying. Makes all my bad luck several times increase.

"You lost the mood, because you can't get out of here?"

"If you already know, don't ask anymore."

The man chuckled. He walked over, then sat next to me. "I just want to sprinkle salt on your suffering."

"Hell!" I glanced at him. "What are you doing here?"

"Hm, I'm looking at your condition whether you're still breathing or not in this small place."

I snorted. "Your place is as small as this place, don't insult me!" I looked at him.

"I'm not insulting, but this is how it is." Daniel stared at the ceiling. "After this, what are you going to do?"

"What? If I can go home, I'll go home right now."

"Impossible."

I snorted. "I know."

"And don't try to find illegal routes just to get home. Love your own life."

I can't help grunting loudly. "Whether I stay or go home, I'm still going to die, Niel. You must understand that. And again, why do we have to stay at home just because of this obscure serial killer? We should run away, not stay at home like cattle ready to be killed at any time."

Daniel glanced at me. His blue eyes with blonde hair really showed that he was a stranger, even before he mentioned his name when he first encountered me. I assumed he was from London or the Americas, and my guess was right, he was from London.

Suddenly, Daniel brought his face closer to me, reflexively I kept my distance from him. His blue eyes stared at me sharply, for some reason his gaze was a little different from usual, this time his gaze was cold and tense.

I was just about to get up, when his hand pulled my hand until my body fell on the sofa. My eyes are bulging. Daniel is on top of me, the smile on his lips as wide as a grin.

"If you need anything, ask me. I won't let you die in this little place, Alin."

I swallowed hard, especially when I felt his breath near my earlobe.

"Don't think about leaving here ... no, Alin. I won't let you, you can die if you dare to leave this place."

"Tch, get away from me, you idiot!" I pushed Daniel and succeeded, the man chuckled and sat next to me after I sat down. "After all, what exactly is lurking out there? You must know something, right?"

"Do you want to know?"

I looked at him expectantly. "Is it okay? I'll help you guys solve this damn mystery, but in exchange, let me get out of here as soon as possible. I—"

"Stop thinking about leaving me." Daniel stood up. "I'm not letting you get out of here."

"Tch, you know what, Niel? You're the most annoying person I've ever met."

Daniel looked at me with a sad smile. "Thank you for praising a lowly cop like me, miss."

He's right. Daniel is indeed a policeman who works in the crime division. But strangely, he rarely entered the police station and more often into my house.

In fact, I doubt if he really is a cop or not. Considering his disrespectful actions, also … because I had never seen him in police clothes, I doubt he was really a cop.