707: I feel like Zen and Jumin

707: are like cats and dogs.

707: lololololol

Sachiko: A keen observation.

Saeyoung bristled as he glanced at the camera which showed Sachiko at Rika's desk, on her phone and just reading and replying as if she was waiting for cues like him. She always sat at the desk when interacting with the app as if it was a business. She was also very uptight; her responses were to the point and she didn't join in with his jokes. She didn't even find Jumin's, ahem, 'unique' sense of humour funny.

She did seem to have a hobby though. She drew pictures on pieces of A4 paper that she had in her bag. After inking them, she would put them up on a wall and they were well done and interesting. His favourite one is the shadowed person doing parkour in the city during night time. She was creative and she wasn't shy to discuss Jumin's projects. Yes, she was definitely going to go down his route.

Saeyoung stuck to the script, glancing at another screen which displayed all the information he had found.

Name: Sachiko Sakurai

Gender: Female

Blood Type: A

Date of Birth: 1st January 1996

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Height: 175cm (without the heels)

Weight: 62kg

Occupation: Unemployed

The somewhat sparse list went on. There was little to know about her. It had been a miracle to find her birth certificate which verified her birthday and age.

707: I should make a smartphone for Elly, lol.

Sachiko: You will need to consider the fact that she has paws and lacks opposable thumbs.

He smiled. Her creative side was definitely something he liked about her. Probably the only thing he liked about her.

707: Accio V!

V has entered the chatroom

707: Wow!

V: Luciel. Oh, Sachiko's here too.

Sachiko: V, your timing is impeccable.

Saeyoung snickered as he continued with the script. He glanced at the security feed, a little disappointed to see that Sachiko hadn't even blinked an eye at his amazing God Seven skills. Like wow, who did he have to kill to get this girl to smile?

V signed out and he continued with the chat, typing with his eyes on the security feed since he could do the script off by heart.

707: Follow me and eat Honey Buddha Chips all the time and sleep late

707: So ur life will get so much better, lol

Sachiko: I highly doubt that.

Not even a lol? Or an emoji? Was she really twenty-one or like forty-one? Wait, even people in their forties, heck fifties used emojis and lolled. Saeyoung signed out with a bored sigh before watching the screen intently for the next part. Saeran on cue hacked into the app and typed in his usual jumbled messages. Sachiko didn't blink, just signed out and locked her phone. What the actual fuck?

Saeyoung sat back to reflect on the past few days. Sachiko didn't seem to side with anyone, she just put in her own honest thoughts which would often fit into neutral ground or just agree with different people at different times. She didn't even answer phone calls. Whenever someone tried to call her, she would decline the call. She responded to text messages though. Still, this was not a good way to play the game.

"Damn it."

She didn't like it when he called during the game but he just had to complain. Sure, she's a nice enough girl but he felt like she was dangerous, there was something she was obviously hiding. And he couldn't reset until an ending's been chosen.

"What?"

Sure enough, she was definitely not happy when he called. The young lady looked very irritated, her hair was messed up and bags were under her eyes.

"Haven't been sleeping enough?" he asked as he pulled up another screen to see her medial monitor "…No, you haven't."

"I was going to turn in but someone decided to ruin my evening," the girl yawned then frowned "Ugh, I need to brush my teeth. What do you want, Luciel?"

"Just call me Defender of Justice, God 707!" Saeyoung cheered with an encouraging grin.

"Luciel."

Saeyoung slouched and sighed.

"I can't find much shit on your character's background," his mood turned sour immediately "Why doesn't she have any social networking profiles at least?"

"Maybe she's enjoying something called life?" was the snarky comment.

"Oi."

The girl rubbed her eyes, her lips in a sad pout as she did so.

"Is that really what you called me about?" she whined "Why doesn't she have any social networking accounts? Maybe she never got interested."

"Bullshit, everyone has at least one social network account."

"Look, Luciel, what do you want from me? She's nice, isn't she? You like her, right?"

"She is hardly an appropriate heroine for a dating simulator."

The young lady rolled her eyes.

"Do you want me to reset, is that it?" she drawled and Saeyoung dropped his head down, glaring at his desk and massaging his temples.

"Look, we can talk about this. I'm sick and tired of it too, just please hear me out."

"Ahem, Luciel."

Luciel looked up to see the young lady had lifted her arms up high enough to show cuffs that were black with neon blue lights streaking down them. She shook her wrists and he could hear the collected sounds of chains moving with her.

"I've told you I've wanted out since day fucking one," she snarled "You were the one who put me here with these devices, I thought you wanted a girlfriend to keep you company but you rejected the first one."

"I want you."

"You can't have me."

The girl dropped her hands onto her lap, the chains shifting with her. Saeyoung ran his hands through his hair.

"One hundred and twenty-one girls, Saeyoung. She's the hundred and twenty second. I'm running out of ideas here! Why do you have to be so stubborn?!"

"Because I don't want them."

"Oh stop being a spoilt baby!"

"What makes you think I'll want her?" he suddenly snarled "She doesn't laugh, she doesn't side with anyone but herself, she's tall."

"What's wrong with tall women?"

"She's supposed to be Japanese but she has light coloured hair, she just doesn't…work."

"That is sexist, Luciel. Women can look the way they want."

Saeyoung leaned back and glared to where his cars were parked.

"She's dangerous, I can't find any record of her moving to here or where she went to school."

"Well maybe she was home-schooled or something, you can't always find everything off the web!"

"I hack into governments, it took ages to find a birth certificate. Is she a fugitive? Is that what she is? If so, why are you sending dangerous characters in? We'll just end up with another bad ending!"

"Flo wasn't dangerous, she was just a little mentally unstable," the girl sniffed.

"She doesn't answer phone calls."

"Neither do I, I'm terrified of picking up the phone to talk to someone."

"She has a permanent poker face! She covers up her entire body so I can't verify any birthmarks or scars or something."

"You pervert."

Saeyoung pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Just clarify something for me," he said calmly "…Is she a robot?"

"What because she doesn't show her feelings? Tch, you're not suspicious of Jumin when he does that."

Saeyoung bit his lip and froze when the universe around him shifted. The girl then smirked.

"Oh? Despite all that, she still chose your route."

Saeyoung tensed and looked at her with wide eyes.

"What?"

"You thought she was going down to Jumin? No, you showed more interested than Jumin, so naturally…"

"But…the projects…cats…her pictures…"

The girl sat back and yawned.

"I'm going to bed," she declared loudly "Goodnight, sir."

The screen went black and Saeyoung grabbed his phone to flick through the chats. Yes, she had sided with the members equally but she expressed her interest in him which the system took into account whilst setting her route. Saeyoung lifted his eyes and stared ahead blankly.

"It's…just been a while…"