Back when everyone was choosing their own pseudonyms, she noticed him. Restrained, unusually cold, cruel, almost heartless, and his smile made his whole body tremble.

Berlin...

Then he was appointed leader. He was cruel to the hostages and was rude to his allies. But no matter what, she was the one who fulfilled his every whim, as soon as he asked. She killed hostages, brought him food, literally followed him wherever he went, protected him at the risk of her own skin. She was absolutely devoted to him with her heart and soul, even ready to crawl on her knees in front of him.

It so happened that he jeopardized the plan by ordering one of his subordinates to kill the hostage. No one should have been hurt, otherwise the police would not have negotiated and attacked first. And that couldn't be allowed. He became too domineering, too violent. As a result, he was overthrown. Tokyo took over his post.

What happened to him? His hands were handcuffed, his body was tied to a chair and locked in an empty room, all by himself. She was strictly forbidden to enter his room, everyone knew about her admiration and, like any devoted subordinate, she would have tried to free him and therefore her every movement was strictly controlled so that she did not dare to help her object of affection. He was visited only once a day, and that was Rio. In the middle of every day, the guy brought him something to eat. What no one knew was that he was very ill and took medication every day, which made his condition better. But now, he was left without these pills. It was bad, he was constantly sweating, shaking, his mouth was dry, and his vision was blurred. Sometimes he couldn't even eat because of his terrible condition.

But every day he secretly hoped that the girl he jokingly called his fan hadn't forgotten that he'd told her about his illness and where his medications were. Every day, when the door to his room opened, which had become a prison for him, he secretly hoped to see her.. But she didn't come..

It was the middle of the night. Everyone, the hostages and the robbers, were sleeping peacefully. He couldn't sleep. His condition worsened not by the day, but by the hour. He stared lifelessly at the handcuffs on his wrists as beads of sweat trickled down his face, and then...

The door handle turned slowly, and then the door opened with a soft creak. He immediately raised his head, squinted, trying to make out his visitor in this pitch darkness. He recognized.. He recognized that short, slender silhouette.. This person who was always with him, who always protected his back, who obeyed his every order... she..

A predatory grin touched his lips, and he raised an eyebrow slightly at her.