The steaming hot water of the shower did little to put the demon's mind at ease. There was something about Alois that made him very cautious of the human, and Zico still wasn't sure exactly what it was. This was only for a few days, he reminded himself, it was only until Malakh could erase the humans memories and all would return to the way it was before. The human would forget him and he would forget the human. Zico stood in the shower for a short while longer before eventually turning the water off. He reached for a towel and lightly dried off is body and hair before wrapping the towel around his hips and leaving the bathroom.<br/><br/>Walking straight to his room, Zico frowned at the state of his bed, the sheets were creased and wrinkled which honestly bothered him more than the fact that the human had obviously laid on his bed. He smoothed out the fabric before putting on some boxers. As he reached for his pants Zico stopped and listened to the sounds of the house. It was quiet. Too quiet. Surely the human wouldn't have tried to get away.<br/><br/>Zico didn't worry about the rest of his clothing as he exited the bedroom and went to the living room to find the human. The living room was empty. Was he in the kitchen? The kitchen was empty too.<br/><br/>"Shit!" Zico cursed, panic rising in him. Not only did the human now have knowledge of their kind, but he also knew were Zico lived now, and that made him dangerous.<br/><br/>The demon dashed quickly from the kitchen towards his room to put the rest of his clothing on, running down the hallway as a certain scent caught his attention. Alois. The scent was coming from a closet and as the demon got closer to the door, so did the smell of the human get stronger.<br/><br/>"Idiot" Zico mumbled to himself. The demon stood leaning against the wall across from the closet, arms crossed as he waited for the human to come out of his hiding place.