The light of the apartment scattered across his dazed expression.

  'Just exactly did I do last night?'

  Just remembering seems like a daunting task along with a headache that came.

  Deciding that it was too difficult to remember it after a few minutes, Julo's eyes darted around the surroundings.

  Memories scattered all across his mind as he vaguely remember entering the apartment and laying straight on the bed.

  However, the condition in the room was extremely unpleasant to him.

  The lights were on, which was a waste of electricity to Julo and there weren't any spiders this time.

  Although he had quite gotten used to the spider, he still preferred it to be missing.

  He had thought about the spider being something related to Versile but that was quickly dismissed.

  Still, he regularly thinks about it every once in a while.

  The multiple rooms staring him down in a hall made it difficult for him to pinpoint the elevator.

  As his memories resurfaced, his apartment was around in the far back of the building.

  Wandering for quite some time, he found it as he descended to the first floor.

  The lobby of the entrance faintly made him recall a memory but it still wasn't clear.

  "..."

  The one that was previously nice to him turned his head as soon as he met his gaze.

  The counter slowly shook as the vibration went up by the minute.

  Sweating bulbs, it seems like he was trying his best to keep Julo at the corner of his vision and didn't attempt to look at him whatsoever.

  "Excuse me?" Julo went up to him, curious and wary.

  "Wh-What support do you wish to receive, ma'am?" A shaking breath.

  "Is there something wrong?"

  "O-Oh, there's noth-nothing wrong."

  Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

  Seeing that he was hesitant to answer his question, he decided to not push any further as Julo walked into the freezing atmosphere of the outside.

  Even though he was an Uncoiled, the resistance to the cold was the same as usual.

  At least to the feel.

  The freezing wind rushed to his eyes with the numbness of the cold surfacing.

  —Any maps?

  Versation shot out inside his pocket in a frequency of Morse code.

  —Hm, what location?

  —All.

  —I don't think you'll like it. I'll just give you the clothes shop.

  Without any moment to ask why he wouldn't like it, he forcefully felt a part of his Versile energy being ripped apart.

  Pain akin to electricity shot through every joint and nerves without break for the duration of 3 seconds.

  Knees almost on the floor, his leg flashed on the ground as dust surrounded his shoes.

  Instantly back on his foot, his head rotated, back and forth with every light ray hitting his eyes in a 180 degree angle in a swift motion.

  —That's why you wouldn't like it. Internet takes energy and your Versile is decent for it.

  Unable to process the connection, he at last got what his creation was trying to imply.

  "Give me a heads-up at least..." Without any intent to translate his words, he spoke them out loud.

  Giving Julo the location of a clothes shop, he walked along the path with an unfortunately necessary wariness.

  The slowly setting sun within 1 hour of him waking up and the stores getting ready to turn on the lights with some cafes already turning them up made for a pretty scene.

  Unfortunately, Julo couldn't delve into these eye candy with another question popping up on his mind.

  —You know what happened last night?

  It paused with a slightly taunting intent.

  —You were pretty knocked out.

  —Hm?

  —You were drunk. I thought you would have some tolerance but I was expecting too much for you.

  'Geez'

  Thinking out loud, the building of the shop slowly entered his view.

  The glass of the clothes shop faintly mirrored his body before entering the store.

  The cold was already starting to become actually unbearable to him and such he needed some warm clothes.

  "Welcome to the clothes shop, how may I help you, ma'am?" The bell rang from the door with a young woman welcoming him, thinking Julo to be a woman.

  The clothes' neatly repeating pattern with multiple wears for the winter.

  His eyes rolled from each section to another until the very back where a singular summer wear was present.

  Looking at the purposely placed clothing, he looked back to her calling him.

  “Clothes.”

  Ominously saying the word, shivers ran across her spine.

  “O-Oh, what kind are we talking about?” Careful to not say any provoking words, she politely asked about his vague question.

  “Warm.” Another vague word exited his mouth.

  “A-Ah I see. I guess we have some of these here.”

  ‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck. How do I get her the right clothes without asking more questions!? It feels like she's gonna kill me if I ask anymore questions.’ The mind of the shop keeper ran wild as she slowly became afraid by the second.

  Pondering on what to do, Julo walked towards a section of coats and scarves with great interest.

  Without a word, he took the ones that he thought would look good on him and brought them to the counter.

  “A-Ah, you have great taste, ma'am.” Seemingly having the problem in her mind solved, she quickly finished the process of buying and watched him slowly leave out again.

  Only then was she able to sigh.

  —Did you get any other maps?

  Regretting that he could've just worn the clothes inside and then come out, he asked her about the maps she could've downloaded. After all, he couldn't keep memorizing the route where he had taken as there will always be a spot he hasn't been at.

  —You like the feeling?

  She taunted him once again.

  —Did you find any place where it sells physical maps? I forgot what it's called but it's like a physical one.

  Silence echoed from his gun for a moment as it replied once again.

  —Do you know what year it is?

  ‘Tsk.’

  The probabilities of a physical map being sold in this era was near to none. The accessibility of mobile phones and online maps were too good for any company to willingly make maps.

  —I mean you could try walking all across the district and making a map yourself. I can record it.

  At the moment where no other option were available, she offered a choice that was no better than searching for shops that sells maps.

  ‘Do I really need to?’

  ***

  The deafing silence rang across the darked room with a slight fearful atmosphere.

  “Do you know her?”

  A man in full suit with a bowtie, in a forceful voice, asked him. However, rather than asking it was almost as if he was ordering.

  And he had the authority to do so.

  Looking at the video of a shadow like man getting his hand cut off by a woman and the feat of evaporating the sword slash from him they got from the surveillance, he turned his eyes back to the ordering man.

  “I ordered her.”

  An almost outrageous sentence to the eye of the man rang from him.

  However, he didn't get angry.

  His mouth grinned as he sensed the lie from a mile away.

  “We're going to have to cut your reward in half then.” Even if he knew it was a lie, he had too little evidence to accuse him.

  “Let's hope something don't happen to your friend.” With that, he slammed the door shut, leaving only him in the room.

  Watching everything from his chair, he turned back to the video.

  The start from the finish, he watched repeatedly.

  “Don't disappoint me.”