A dark room. The dim light from the table lamp cast shadows and accentuated Rico's Asian features. The knife in his hand is clenched with such force that his knuckles turn white. The handcuffs bang loudly against the headboard, and a very young guy screams in horror and pain. Rico only inflicted damage in areas that are usually covered by clothing on the court—no one should know about what happens within the walls of Evermore.

Rico runs the knife around the boy's chest as his gaze shifts to the third person in the room. a roommate with a funny French accent. he always says so little that Rico sometimes forgets what his voice sounds like. Moriyama, without realizing it, punches much harder than he planned - blood even splashes onto his hands. The figure in the corner of the room sat quietly, hands pressed to his mouth. pitiful.

Broken knees, noticeable trembling - it is not clear from fear or from fatigue after a hard day - curly hair and snow-white skin. Rico smiles, seeing the black tattoo on his toy's cheekbone glow in the lamplight.

flawless. talented. obedient. quiet. perfect, unlike the prisoner, whose screams are already starting to get tiring. Rico turns his head back to the bed, causing even more pain to the boy. Why are his thoughts now only about the player who is trying so hard not to catch his eye? so quiet. so calm. so.. scared?

Rico brushes it all off as tiredness and anger. Kings don't feel. They don't love or show weakness. But a trembling body a few meters away makes his heart beat faster. He flinches at every scream and loud bang, and Moriyama is only amused by it.

«I just want to hug him and calm him down»

Rico stabs harder, ignoring the prisoner's screams. Damn him, what is he thinking?

“You ruined the whole practice. You missed so many balls, honey.” Rico’s low voice fills the room. “There’s no place for weaklings in the Ravens, right?”