A comfortable house with 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a living room, and kitchen. Everything is fully furnished, tidy, and cool (temperature wise). There is also a downstairs den, with just a bed, light, and bookshelves with books that Zenoru has collected during his travels (Action novels, mysterious novels, biographies and well-informed books of the supernatural, medicine, and a few comics here and there). There is also a small desk to work or read on. Outside and behind the cottage, there's a small pond that is pefect for swimming or fishing. There is also two large lush trees that always cast a good, cool, shade

Zenoru walked up to his home, pulled out his keys and entered. The house was nice and cool, perfect for resting after doing so much... He walked and placed his things down in his living room. While walking to his room, the many hours of not having something good to eat finally caught up with him as his stomach growled as a praying beast.

Ok... Dinner, shower, then bed. Zenoru walked to his kitchen and pulled out some rice, beans, and a rare steake. He heated the stove and prepared to cook. As he did so, his eyes narrowed in thought.

Damn... Still no sign of him... I can't even sense him. This had better not be some wild goose chase. I need to get this over with and move on... I'm tired of feeling so...cheated... I have to stand up for my familiy.

As Zenoru cooked, he thought of his father. Looking back, it's even harder to believe that as powerful as he was, he fell to a single demon... At least, that was all Zenoru could prove.

Did he have help...? Who was it? Where could they be? How long will it be untill they show their disgusting faces?

So many questions...not one answer. Not even a clue.

When Zenoru finished cooking, he served himself up a plate and took it to the living room, he took off his shirt to relax more and ate his favorite meal that was cooked so well. As he did, he looked around at his empty house...

Huh... Guess I should start making some friends... Speaking of which... I wonder how's Craven...

Craven was the man that Zenoru transformed into at one of his classes. Those two were best friends, but they sadly got seperated due their secret jobs. It has been three whole years since their last encounter.

"Dude, you need a girlfriend. It sucks having to go somewhere without anyone being around. So go flirt! Flex something!" "Yeah...Right... Says the guy who doesn't have one himself." "Hey! I could get one! Maybe you could with a little practice." "Oh shut up... You know we're both to damn busy." "Pfft, whatever man."

Zenoru chuckled at the flashback he head of his good friend. He told himself that he would indeed find someone, then Craven after he is done with what he has to do...

After finishing his meal, Zenoru walked to his bathroom and took his warm shower. He tried not to think so much since he was notorious for it. A clear mind always helps with the body... Finishing his shower, Zenoru pulled on some pants and layed down on his bed in his room. The window was open, letting in cool fresh air in that Zenoru needed...

He stared at the ceiling, hands behind his head, and head on his pillow.

Alright... After work, I guess I should go searching or something... Sooner I get this over with, the better... -sigh- Wow... I pray that no one at school is going through anything like what I am... I hope...after all this....is done... ...I...

With that, Zenoru fell fast asleep...