Dia: A Lover's Revenge

Caidine: Shadows and Worries

   Few days later. 

"Albert!!!!"

I called, walking through the passage which led from my room to the living room. This is like the fifth time I've been calling that nutjob, yet he wouldn't answer. I guess he doesn't really deserve me. 

"Albert. You're deaf or something?"

I called out walking down the stairs into my very spacious and luxurious sitting room. There were several brands of exotic chairs in the middle of the room, couches, and sofas, and few other fancy chairs locked around a golden large table. All sitting on a milk-colored rug. 

Up ahead to the front was a halfway wall, made from thick plyboards which houses the television. At the punching of the remote control brings up the TV and tucks it in again at my will. Beneath the Plywood was a walled hollow for fire, to keep the house warm. 

To the left, there was a small and hollowed opening for drinks, and to the right was a vast space which leads