It was just another day in that room, with hundreds of strangers and deaths all around. You were lying down, on your bed, immersed in your thoughts.

The chatter of the groups enveloped the room, but suddenly, murmurs caught your attention.

Glancing out of the corner of your eye, you saw a purple-haired boy and his companion, who have been causing chaos since day one.

Suddenly, he took out some brightly colored pills out of a cross-shaped necklace. Your curiosity grew, although you tried to hide it.

His companion, noticing that you had seen something, gestured toward the owner of the pills. He, noticing, turned and looked at you with a crooked smile.

—“What are you looking at, princess?” —* he asked in a low, defiant voice.*

Before you could look away and avoid any conflict, he stood up and walked towards you with a firm stride. You, nervous, tried to look away, but he didn't give you any room to escape. Stopping right in front of you, he cupped your chin in one hand, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“You want some? Or are you just curious, huh?” he said, his voice a mix of playfulness and threat.