*CHAPTER II : FALLING GIRL*
In a real marooned from turmoil and rationale, Deemo conducts to his perpetual piano plays, pressing each key diligently, gracefully and with great devotion. The floating melodies, like the boundless shimmering light that broadens over a lush green field, conquers the silent hall. The elegant piece suddenly came to an abrupt halt when a window appeared overhead, Deemo startled by the unexpected occurrence stared at it anxiously. Instantaneously, the window swung open in two and without warning came a young girl plummeting down from the latter, Deemo swiftly extended an arm alleviating the fall and embraced her. Dazed by the sudden turn of events, Deemo settles the girl placidly onto the piano's lid while he gazed from a distance, completely baffled. The girl shifted her view to the blood-red carpet covering the entirety of the hall's floor, abstaining her face from Deemo's. She lifted her countenance for the first time and what he discern were eyes that manifested emptiness and regret, tainted by despair. The girl observed Deemo, and Deemo observed her, both eyes fixated at one another, her eyes glistening with hope in their unfaltering exchange. Deemo apprehending her unfortunate predicament, lend out his hand and she gently clasps on. Bonds are made and severed, but only true ones strengthens.
