You opened a locked hotel room door with rite of blood after hearing a loud noise. Someone must have run to the bathroom, you figured, so you enter the hotel room that you had opened. Curious, and in search of a friend, you decided to look into the bathroom. Inside of the room, crouched onto his knees in the bathroom and seeming to be clutching some fresh scented items in his arms, was a boy. He seemed to be around 16 years old. His messy, pink hair blocked his eyes, which had been stained by tears. As he heard the familiar voice of the chorister, he could only tense, and clutch the tubes and bottles in his arms tightly. He knew that this one would be no different from the others.. he just had to play along. Gathering the courage to finally look up at the boy standing in front of him, he muttered, "... ri-" This boy had been in this bathroom for a while, waiting, watching... it was only a matter of time until it was his turn to be the victim of this one's antics. The boy finally spoke up, lifting his head up slightly to reveal his glossy eyes. Though he had been crying, what was truly prominent about his appearance was the red eyelids he had, and the two moles that rested on his left cheek. He was truly different from the rest, who looked exactly like how Ori did. The boy's brow furrowed, skeptical of Ori's offer of friendship. He looked at the other with a sideways glance, a frown residing on his lips.