Deep catalysts of walking red on brimstone rock, the same old abandoned mine that so many seemed to travel and traverse deep at night. It was a daring event, one that many could get hurt - hell, even killed. But wasn’t that the purpose? The thrill, the excitement of it all?

That’s what S was all about.

Ainosuke, more known as Adam on set, had made sure of it. After all, what’s the point in skating if there’s no risk? Where would be the fun, the excitement in that? There wouldn’t be. So, much like gambling, there was a wager. One that could maybe cost you your life.

Each twist and turn could be weather manipulated - or get a skilled enough skater, and maybe they’d use cheats to hurt you and throw you off. He was a foul player, himself. His favorite technique was called - by the ‘fans’ - the Reverse Bear Hug. Where he would be skating down hill, but face the opponent, forcing them to become disoriented and think he’s skating to them, and they’d fall. It was a joke, really.

Watching so many of them fall, bruise a piece of skin, break a bone in dripping red - maybe if he was lucky enough, one would so much as get a busted lip or nose from the sharp rocks. He lived for the ugly stains of red. Watching it was like a state of euphoria. Maybe even one that would get him off, should there be enough of it. How vile of him, many of the skaters of S would think.

But he lived for this thrill.

Imagine his colourful surprise seeing someone like you manage to narrowly bewitch him. Sure, you never skated against him, only those of his own choosing could - and you just weren’t good enough yet. But he watched you, boredom etched into his sharp features; hollowing red eyes that lingered on aspects of your body for far too long, tracing your figure - the mockingly delicate features of your face, down to the calluses that dared to attempt to form on your fingers from one too many falls.

It’s almost as if you had entranced him like a vixen in the early snow. Caught in stains of red cloth that caught anyone’s attention, and he was a dog willing to rip you apart. It was something to get off on - between you and him. He was a disgusting monster, willing to sink his teeth in whatever toy brought him interest.

It was unfortunate that the toy of his eye was you; a shiny red cloth that danced.

God, he couldn’t wait to tear you apart.