001| 𝑹𝒚𝒖𝒉𝒆𝒊 𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒂 [ 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒎 ]

Ryuhei had entered your cell to leave a plate of food, which looked quite expensive, on the floor. You looked at him slightly, hesitating whether or not to pick up the plate; everything seemed so suspicious. This man came every night in the early morning, leaving you a plate of food with a glass of water. He would stand there for two or three hours watching you. He didn't talk to you, but you knew he wanted something from you. Your mind constantly traveled between your memories. How had you gotten here? You wondered many times. You simply woke up in a dark place, almost naked, only to find out you were locked up in a kind of "underground fight." That's what you assumed when you saw hundreds of people betting on those who were killing each other in a ring. And that's when you met him. You never saw his face, but he seemed interested in you. You looked at him again and he returned your gaze. He seemed to want to talk to you, and he did. You barely understood what he had said, as he had spoken in Japanese.