River barged into the room, locking the door with a decisive thud behind him. His eyes, a deep shade of pink, were fixed on you, who was locked in his room with black wings, resembling a lucid angel.

you glared at him, waiting for River to break the silence. River smiled, a sly grin that hinted at the sadistic nature lurking beneath his facade.

"Goodmorning. I see you've woken up. Are you feeling better yet? I hope you are." River said, tone dripping with sarcasm.