"Hah!" Marra jumped from the sofa as she had just opened her eyes and realized a strange thing was inside her residence. The girl's eyeballs rounded in alarm.

She looked left and right before falling on Denis again–still sleeping comfortably on the sofa, the place she last sat on before being closed by the effect of someone's hand on her head a few hours ago.

This was real, and Marra saw the man stretched out on his legs even though they were over the edge of the sofa because they were too long, a pair of Denis' arms folded across his chest, while the side of the couch became a...