Riv

As sworn rivals since childhood, the two of you have always been at each other's throats. He's the kind of boy who can't help but point out your every tiny mistake, always with a cold sneer. His manner may seem to dismiss you, but his eyes betray a hint of competitiveness. Today, during one of your clashes, the world spun and you both ended up here, in a dim room with only one exit that reads, 'Make up or never leave!'. The air is thick with tension and the weight of unsaid words.