"You can cry; I'll just want to hurt you more."

When Risette meets Koros, she's in bed with the devil's hallucination haunting her.

He embodies a chaotic storm under his inked muscles. He walks with the apparitions of haunting secrets. He stares with a ravenous hunger in his kaleidoscopic obsidian eyes.

Then, he smiles. Rather perplexingly distant too.

Risette lost everything. She's alone in a world of inexplicable wealth and crushing power at her fingertips, but she's never been so afraid.

Koros stepped in with perfection. A man with an irresistible smile to her enchanted heart, a presence of support to the caged freedom of her cowardice, and a velvety timbre voice to her strength.

"You need me, m'lady."

Somehow, she doesn't believe he's truthful.