I say, "Hey, Yamka, are you there?"

  Yamka says, "Who are you? How did you know my name?"

  I say, "Can't you just come out?"

  Yamka thinks, "I am not ready to shy away. Do it, Yamka. Just say hello and then come back in here... I can't. That's impossible. What will I do?"

  Shyness. Is she shy? I'd better convince her that I am a good person. Yamka must be a monster as well; I don't know if she will attack me like the previous ones. Let me try my chance.

  I want my introduction to be as fancy as possible. For example, I will turn the door of the wardrobe into water. Suddenly, my wish comes true. The entire wardrobe disappears, turning into water. Yamka falls down on her butt. I stretch out my hand to help her stand up.

  I say, "Sorry, I may have overdone this."

  Yamka pulls her knees to her stomach and hugs them, hiding her face away. She wears a simple pink outfit. She has green skin from her feet to her head, but the green color gradually turns black towards the tips of her hands and feet. Her hair is short and brown. She is keeping her eyes shut, but I know her eye color is yellow. She also has verses of a noble book tattooed on her back. I just know this, don't ask me why. I don't want to learn her gender by nature; I will learn it by observation.

  I suddenly jump onto her and start to touch her body. I scrutinize and squeeze her limbs. Meanwhile, she is getting anxious and angry with me, but she is too shy to express these feelings.

  Yamka thinks, "She is assaulting me! She is a bad person. That's it. That's my end. She will take advantage of me and --"

  I slide my hand underneath her bottom clothing and learn her gender by touch. She is a female. Then I pull my hands off and begin to feel some guilt for what I have done to her. I better apologize. Then, as I am about to apologize, I notice that Yamka's green skin is changing color. It is now light brown skin. That means she has become a human. That also means that she is angry with me, and the repression of the anger has caused this! Noticing this, I kneel before Yamka and start to weep. Of course, those are fake tears.

  I say, "I am sorry, I am sorry for touching you without your permission. I will do anything for you to forgive me for the unjust thing I have just done."

  Yamka thinks, "I... I have become a human. Oh, my anger is real toward this stranger. I can't hold this within me. Otherwise, I will be human forever. That's a dead end in this world. However, I don't want to forgive this sinner either. What should I do? I feel like a dirty soul."

  Since I know everything, I know Yamka will forgive me because she doesn't want to be a human in this world, and that's the end. That means I haven't been forgiven by her for real. But I don't care.

  Yamka says, "I accept your apology. People may make mistakes; we should be nice to each other."

  Oh, what a polite act.

  I say, "Thanks, Yamka, I will never do such a thing in my life, I promise you."

  I am not lying, but I cannot promise that I will stick to this promise.

  Yamka says, "Can you leave?"

  I say, "I am sorry for destroying your entrance door and wardrobe."

  Yamka thinks, "Oh, my wardrobe is gone! I should not be angry with her; I'd better shy away. Maybe she can bring them back? After all, she vaporized them in the first place. But it's been a long time since I've encountered someone. I'd better resist the fact that my belongings are gone."

  Yamka says, "I forgive you, now leave."

  Yamka is not looking at me while speaking. Oh, look at her thoughts - she is missing her stuff, which I destroyed. I'd better undo the damage. At least I can feel that I deserve a genuine forgiveness afterwards.

  I wish for those items to come back as they were before I came here.

  Suddenly, the entrance door flies off the ground, goes up in the air, and attaches to the ceiling. Meanwhile, the wardrobe reappears as if it was never gone; it's back in the same location on the wall as it was before it melted.

  Yamka looks at the ceiling, then at the wardrobe, and then at me. I smile at her, and she smiles back at me. In a moment, she thinks she is not assertive enough to face a stranger now, and hides her face with her palms. Then she turns her back on me. I giggle at this.

  I say, "Are you shy of me, or shy about seeing me?"

  Yamka says, "Please, walk away before I die of shame."

  I say, "I was looking for someone because I want to learn about the basics of life."

  Yamka says, "I can't. I'm ignorant. I couldn't fulfill your desires."

  I say, "Maybe you can't fulfill my intellectual desires, but you can fulfill my physical desires."

  Yamka is scared of the possibilities of my uncertain actions in her mind. She blushes. I still can't see her blushing face because she is still covering it, and her back is turned to me.

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  Yamka thinks, "No! She touched me once. Now she wants to make me hers forever. I will go to hell for sure! Is it me, or is it getting hotter? That must be an indication of damnation."

  She is not aware that I can read her thoughts. Actually, I didn't mean anything sexual. And if I had wanted to rape her, I would have done it and gotten rid of her. But my intention is different. By saying 'physical desires', I meant an exercise routine. That's all. I should clarify this misunderstanding, I guess.

  I say, "Yamka..."

  I somehow notice a tail swinging crazily from her lower back. She has a tail. She must have revealed it by her will. I don't know more about Yamka, and I am not going to learn her secrets by a simple wish, because I want to discover them one by one. Anyway, this swing of the tail might be her weapon against an opponent. I better observe carefully. Wait, I will not back away because I don't want to. So, let me grab that moving tail. I lean forward and grab Yamka's tail.

  Yamka thinks: "She is doing it! I better save myself. I have been a coward for life. At least let me be a fighter at the edge of death!"

  Oh, from those thoughts, she will try hard to protect herself from me. But I don't intend to do any harm to her. But that seems pointless to explain to her. She is motivated by her assumptions and emotions. Bring it on then.

  Suddenly, Yamka pulls her tail, and it escapes from my hands. I step backward to guard myself for an oncoming attack. But, instead of an attack, Yamka goes to the wall and stands in the corner. Her face is turned to me, and her eyes are looking determined to fight back, but only if I attack her.

  Yamka thinks, "I should not hate her, I should not hate her. I better think of joyful things, such as flowers floating in a lake. Otherwise, I will turn human. And that's counterproductive in this case. Ugh, I am too shy to look into her eyes. But I am forcing myself."

  I see. She is struggling in her mind. That means she is not going to cause any harm if I attack her on purpose. I don't know what she possesses as a weapon. She is just holding her clenched fist up, and she is moving her soft tail in a steady gesture. Let me ask her about her powers.

  I say, "Yamka, what is your power against me?"

  Yamka says, "I am controlling peop--"

  She suddenly covers her mouth with her hands.

  Yamka thinks, "I was about to reveal my secret. I can't let her know that I can control people who I touch. But wait, didn't she touch my tail? Yes! That means I can control her body by my will. Let me try it."

  Oh, my body is acting strangely. She is attempting to control my body. She is really forcing me to move forward. I feel like I am being pushed from behind my back. Let me allow her to control my body. She is really a control freak, I guess. Actually, she looks really timid, though. By Yamka's will, my body steps forward slowly, step by step, toward her. I am limping to seem under control.

  Yamka is nervous because this will be her first murder, if she succeeds. I mean, if I allow her to succeed. Yamka looks to the sides and runs to the wardrobe, pulls a drawer, and takes out a sharp, thin metal. It must be a knife, but it doesn't have a handle to hold it. My body stops walking and stands still. Yamka hands out the sharp metal, and with her will, because I am still under her influence, I take it.

  Now I am holding the metal in my hand, and my body, without my conscious control, brings it to my neck. Let me see the future. The insights imply that Yamka is going to force my body to slide the metal across my neck, so I will have died by my own hand, according to her will. So, she will not have felt any regret. That's her intention. That's the future ahead for me. Her power is really handy.

  And that future starts to unfold. My body moves my hand with the metal up to my neck, ready to cut through. I must do something, otherwise I will die again. I can either decide not to die or do this. Before the blade touches my skin, I wish for time to stop! Time stops moving.

  I shout out, "Time stop!"

  Technically, it stopped before I shouted out. I should have shouted before I froze time. Anyway, let me break free from Yamka's spell. Her influence is powerful; I couldn't escape from her grip if I didn't wish for it. Damn, if a normal person went under this power, they would turn into her sex toy. But I am me. I can do whatever I want forever. Now I want to free myself from the influence totally.

  Suddenly, I feel in control of my body. I stretch my body to the sides and jump up and down. Yes, I am in control. Let me check the situation here. Time is still frozen, and I can unfreeze it whenever I want. Yamka is still standing in the corner. What can I do to entertain myself here? Let me think before I act.

  Okay, enough contemplation. I think I have gathered some ideas for my next move. Now it's time for a little action. I tiptoe to Yamka and stop near her. I look up at the ceiling and see the entrance door up there. Then I look down at Yamka. I will do this; she deserves this. But only this much humiliation is appropriate for her.

  I hold up my hands, put them on her back, and start pushing her forward. Okay, let me reposition you right under the door. I push her to that location and pull my hands off. After positioning her there, I walk a few steps away, getting out from under the door.

  Now there is one missing part to my scene. That door must fall when I unfreeze time. So, let me break it with something so it can fall. Oh, the metal is still in my hand. I throw the metal toward the door. It sticks in the air, its tip aiming at the door, ready to fly straight. Now, I adjust the speed of this metal to maximum. If I unfreeze time, this metal will fly at the speed of lightning. It will break the door, and the door will fall on Yamka. That's my design and assumption. It might be false because I haven't used my natural abilities to make it work perfectly. I wish it works though.

  Okay, everything looks ready. I walk in front of Yamka, lean forward, and kiss her on the lips, then walk back to the spot I just was. I will unfreeze time now. Let time move. Time moves, the metal in the air flies straight into the door. However, to my unlucky side, it just flies through the door, opening a tiny hole, and flies away. Yamka turns around, looks at me, screams, and then goes to the corner and squats down, hiding her eyes.

  Normally, I would read her thoughts because I like to see people's reactions to my actions. But now, I am not in the mood because my design hasn't worked out as I planned. Oh, I am useless without my natural ability to do whatever I want forever. I sigh and lower my shoulders in sadness. I lower my face downwards, feeling unworthy. And also, I sense that Yamka is peering at me through the space between her fingers. Although I am not looking at her, or my eyes can't see her because she is out of my sight, I can sense that I am being watched. I will tell her this.

  I say, "I know you are looking at me, despite my back being turned on you!"

  After hearing my words, Yamka feels literally scared. Let me check her thoughts.

  Yamka thinks, "That's literally the end for me. She just disappeared from my sight and reappeared right behind me. It was scary..."

  I didn't teleport myself. Oh, because I changed my spot in the frozen time, she perceived it like this.

  Yamka thinks, "...But how can she know that I am looking at her? She is not even looking at me! I am dead! She will definitely kill me for sure."

  Let me relax her, because I feel like she will die from thinking too much. I suddenly turn to her and cross my arms. I make a genuine smile to look sincere to her. Let me relax her with my wise words.

  I say, "Yamka, I want to be your friend!"

  Yamka stands up in a hurry and starts to yell.

  Yamka: "Liar!"