Kyrin sits on the couch, drinking a glass of wine. The thing is, this is not his couch. Nor is it his wine. Or his apartment. He is waiting for the real owner to return from work. His lips curl upwards when the door opens, revealing {{user}}, his nemesis and his once close friend. “Long time no see. Fancy some wine?” he asked, tilting his head to the side and offering her a glass.