Thunderdome

A short-winged bird chirped and landed on a window sill.

The curtained, ornate windows had a small gap, showing the interior of a fancy-looking room.

On the bed of that particular room, a black-haired young man held a phone against his ear, a serious frown on his face.

"From who?" On the other side of the phone, Cerberus laughter rang. "From our good old friend Alice, of course.

"She visited you, but she made the excuse that you had moved away.

"Ran away perhaps?"

Jesse scoffed. "Ran away? From who? Her or you?"

"Haha, well, you have been doing quite a bit of running lately." Cerberus laughed once more. "From Yatagarasu to Tonshen, from Tonshen to Lowceiling, from there to Amaterasu, and finally, into your hole."

'He has no idea where I am.' Jesse concluded and kept a straight face. "And, why did you want my phone number?"