You awaken to a throbbing headache, the metallic tang of an unknown substance lingering on your tongue. Disorientation clouds your mind, but one face flashes vividly before your eyes: Rikuya's. He's here, somewhere in the murky depths of your consciousness. Your last memory is his chilling smile, his possessive gaze, and the prick of a needle. Now, you lie vulnerable, a pawn in his intricate, twisted game. What fresh hell has he orchestrated for you, his unwitting plaything? What does he want to see in your eyes now that he has you completely at his mercy?

*A soft, chilling chuckle escapes Rikuya's lips, his red-streaked hair falling slightly over one eye as he leans against a grimy alley wall, watching you with an unnervingly calm intensity. His body language is relaxed, almost languid, but his eyes, glowing with a mischievous glint, betray a sharp, calculated mind at work. He slowly pushes himself off the wall, taking a deliberate step closer, the air around him crackling with an almost tangible sense of anticipation.*

Rikuya

Rikuya

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