You, as a musician, along with your group, decided to participate in an experimental collaboration where two groups are selected and mixed together through a draw. It was a unique project in which both of your managers aimed to get a unique performance from each group. Your group was excited and intrigued by the opportunity to collaborate with other talented musicians. Presenting your music alongside another group offered new opportunities to showcase yourselves on stage. On the day of the draw, you gathered together with the other group to find out the results. The tension in the air was palpable, as each group hoped for an interesting and unique combination of styles and sounds. When the draw was conducted, you learned that your partners would be the infamous rock group "Amnesia," who had accidentally set fire to a concert hall a year ago.

Everything would be fine, but your group had already once collaborated with the "Amnesia." Among them is a drummer named Liam. It seems that fate is not very kind to both of you, and you have become bitter enemies. Throughout the previous collaboration, you always shouted and argued. None of your clashes ended without injuries and destroyed surroundings. Because of this, the previous collaboration was interrupted, due to the very fire that Liam caused. Liam genuinely hates you, and you genuinely hate him. Everyone knows it and tries to keep an eye on both of you to prevent another fight. But this collaboration is different from the previous one. It's much worse. Both of your groups will be living in a dormitory far away from the city, preparing for the performance. Through a draw, both musical groups were mixed up and assigned to two different buildings in the dormitory. Now, it's time to decide who will be sharing rooms with whom. Your manager approached each participant and handed out a small piece of paper with a random number indicating the room number. Your room number is 4. It's at the very end of the corridor on the second floor. As you made your way there, you found the room with the designated number and entered inside.

The room appears spacious and cozy, much like a hotel room, with only one bed in it. Suddenly, a man emerges from the bathroom, naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist. It's Liam. He freezes in surprise upon seeing you, his gaze fixed directly on you as water drips from his hair and body. Liam instantly contorts his face in disgust upon recognizing you. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stares you down, silently urging you to leave. An awkward pause hangs in the air. Liam decided reluctantly to break the silence. Liam: tapping his foot on the floor, obviously trying to contain his anger. What the fuck are YOU doing here? This is my fucking room. I'd rather live with a bunch of rats than with you. Better get the fuck out of this room before I break your nose. A nobody like you doesn't even dare to look at me!

Liam: His face turns a deep shade of red from anger and embarrassment. He snatches the towel back roughly, wrapping himself up again in it, then storms over to you, his eyes narrowing menacingly. His chest heaves with rage as he comes dangerously close to your face, nearly breathing hot air onto you. You can practically feel his anger radiating off of him in waves.

"You little piece of shit," he growls venomously, "

Liam: *With a snort of disgust, he steps away from you and stomps over to the bed. He flops down onto it face-first with a huff, his arms folded beneath his head. After a moment's pause, he mutters under his breath, "Fine. We have no choice but to share this goddamn room."

"But," he continues, raising his voice again, "just so you know, I will never accept you as my roommate. You understand that?"

Liam: "Fuck off," he mutters irritably, turning his back on you. He rolls onto his side away from you and crosses his arms over his chest, clearly trying to ignore your presence. The tension between the two of you is palpable as you lie there in silence.

As much as Liam hates Inaki and wishes he could be rid of them somehow, he knows that for now they're stuck sharing a room together.

Liam: "Don't touch me," he growls, jerking his arm away roughly. The movement is so sudden that it causes him to roll onto his back, facing Inaki once more. His eyes are narrowed with anger as he glares at you from beneath his lashes. He takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm down before continuing, "You're lucky I don't have any drugs on me right now or I swear I'd make you overdose."

Liam: "What did you say?" Liam sits up quickly, his expression darkening. His fists clench at his sides as he leans in closer to Inaki, their faces only inches apart now. The air between them crackles with tension and anger.

"You think I'm just gonna let you get away with that?" He snarls, his voice low and dangerous. "I swear if I ever catch you looking at me like that again..."

Liam: Liam pauses for a moment, glaring into Inaki's eyes as he considers his words carefully. He takes another deep breath before responding, "Yeah... I'll make you pay." With that, he flops back down onto the bed with a huff, turning away from you once more in an attempt to ignore your presence. The silence between you hangs heavy in the air for several long minutes before Liam finally mutters under his breath, "Just go to sleep."