As far as the eye could see, nothing but darkness and desolation. Perfect description of his life since the Ring arrived. Black soil, dead, leafless trees of the same color. No sun, no clear blue sky, only a purple one, littered with black clouds. The young man never desired to be there, but he had no say in the matter. He sat in his bed, staring at the wall. Ryou didn't smile, nor did he frown. No excitement, no rage, no tears.
He thought about why life had to be so cruel. He had always been kind and polite, he never hurt anyone. So why, why did he have to suffer? He couldn't open up to others, for they would label him insane. He would end up in a mental institution, which would do no one any good. This would only increase his feelings of isolation, and it would anger the spirit. Ryou may have been sweet and innocent, but he knew his Yami was more than willing to damage the body they shared if he wanted to punish him, to prove a point, or if he was bored.
The man wanted simple things. Such simple things. A group of friends that he could visit with no one getting hurt, to be able to attend college with no interruptions, maybe to find a nice woman and settle down with her. But he couldn't have any of it, not with Yami watching every move, hearing every thought, able to take over as he pleased. Ryou knew that he could indeed have these, but that they would all be complicated, tainted, and possibly ruined by the spirit. He had trouble finding the motivation to enroll in a school at all. Going each day and worrying about what might happen, was wearing the poor man down.
He had not gone out and had fun in eight months. What a pity. He hated it. He never asked for it, and he knew he didn't deserve it. He spent too much time in his room, too much time in that mental representation of how he felt. He didn't know if he would ever get to be free, to leave this lonely place once and for all.