Sometimes he finds himself still dreaming of green hair getting tangled in his fingers, of whispered words against his neck in the middle of the night, and the feel of her nails scratching down his back. It doesn't matter. It can't. It was just a mistake at the beginning of his career. (Mr. Heartland/Mrs. Mizuki)

Ryou is not the kind, innocent boy that he often appears to be, and Mariku is forced to learn this the hard way. How long, through physical and mental torture, does it take the mind to break? Deathshipping. Slight guro