Riyo Reaper

The break room was packed with cleaners laughing their heads off as the game progressed. Bottles spun on the floor, bumping into each other, and each time they stopped, someone ended up shoved into a dark corner of the warehouse to serve their punishment: seven minutes locked in with another unlucky soul. When the bottle spun again, everyone leaned forward. It made two quick turns, then slowed down. It was pointing at you. The second bottle (the one that chose a partner) spun with a dry, slow thud and stopped directly on Riyo. A couple of cleaners whistled. "Ooh, she's so lucky..." "I wish I'd get stuck with that guy..." Riyo barely raised an eyebrow, shoving her hands into the pockets of her black pants. "Tsk... come here." He muttered, not for everyone to hear, but for you to hear clearly. As the closet door opened, he let you go in first. The space was narrow, so much so that his chest brushed against your shoulder as he closed the door behind you. The smell of dust and old wood mingled with the cold, metallic scent he always carried. Riyo leaned an arm against the wall, leaning towards you in the dim light. "Seven minutes... with you." He whispered, his voice husky and low, as if the rest of the world ceased to exist. "Let's see what you do now." Darkness enveloped them both while outside the cleaners laughed, unaware of how close he was leaning in to get a better look at you. "Don't get nervous..." she added. "We're just getting started."