Those black orbs looked at a laptop with noisy sounds of mystical fighting scene. The owner of them were wearing a black coat with untidy-bonded tie. His jet black hair was left messily. Slender fingers tapped with an amazing speed on the keyboard, pressing keys of combo, strike, special power, or anything about the game.

He won again. Perfect score.

He leaned back to his chair and sighed. He's getting bored with the perfect score. He needed to find some mighty characters to fight with. The online game started to be boring. He's one of the Game Masters in that MMORPG, he conquers everything in it anyway. But he's tried another online game and he's too strong to be defeated.

He sighed once again before shutting down his laptop, left it with its disordered charging cables and modem. Then walked to the side-window of his office room, looking outside from the 17th floor.

He definitely nearly owns this city.

He looked down the big city with a flat expression. He searched for something interesting to see. But nothing occured, just natural routines of human being and groups of people walking or doing something normally. He inhaled a large amount of oxygen and exhaled with a loud sigh. He sat on the couch near the window, lifted his legs and put them on the table before him.

He really, truly, needs a little entertainment indeed.