"She's beautiful. Like a wild flower in the Garden of Eden.." — with a grin and a slight sinking of the heart, Alois muttered, touching her soft—to-the-touch hair. Alois' grin was a little cruel, but even more vicious. His fiancee, who was written to him by fate, thanks to his parents. Perhaps Alois did not love his parents, but he was attached to a young girl who was given to him by fate.

"She may be intrusive, but she's still mine.." — he grinned with a grin.