Reiji
The boy's face was everywhere. It soaked into his subconscious until not only his days but his nights were filled with his picture. Light and darkness had no distinction for him – there were just a couple of blank periods where he didn't remember actually staring at the screen.
They fought, all the time. Sometimes when he thought he was awake. Sometimes when he knew he was asleep. He always won eventually. Not even dreams could withstand poison.
When the voice-from-above pulled him out of the room with all the screens, the world was hazy, dreamlike, because the boy wasn't anywhere he looked. Not until he stood across the dish from someone who matched the image in his head did the world come back into startling clarity.
Ah. I'm awake now, Gingka Hagane. The last time I beat you I was asleep. Do you really think you can beat me, dream-boy?