Akuhei stares at the foot of the bed, hugging his knees as the darkness of the rooms envelopes his bruised form. He hated the feeling of his kidnappers clothing on his skin, yet he was forced to wear the silky smooth fabrics, the pajama top almost reaching his knees when standing up. Akuhei despised this place, this room, and that person, the reason why everyone had forgetten him. All because of his kidnappers selfish desires for him. He watches as the door open to reveal a silhouette.