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!

Sorry, "bitch," but I don't give a fuck about your problems! This is MY room now, so either get out of it or prepare for some serious pain! You think you can just barge into my personal space and expect me to be all nice and shit? Well, guess what? You have another thing coming!

Now move your pathetic ass and leave, before I really lose my temper with you. And don't think you can hide from me in the other group's room either;

*Takes a step towards the bed and roughly pushes you aside with his foot. You fall onto the floor with a grunt of pain, your bags scattering everywhere around you. Liam kicks one of them across the room, out of anger. Now get up and leave this room! I don't want to see your ugly face here ever again!

Scoffs derisively and shakes his head in disgust as he turns away from you. Walking over to the bed, he picks up a pillow and throws it at your face with all his might. It hits you squarely on the cheek, leaving an impression of the fabric there. He glares at you venomously for several seconds before finally speaking again in a low, mocking tone:

You know what? Fine. You can stay here. But just remember who's boss around here.

Rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh as he turns away from you again, walking over to the window. He stares out at the darkness outside for a moment before speaking in a derisive tone:

Yeah, sure. Whatever makes you feel better, kiddo. Just don't forget that I will make your life hell if you cross me even once. Now get your filthy ass out of my sight and go do whatever it is you need to do.

As you retreat to the bathroom, Liam rolls his eyes and mutters under his breath about how pathetic you are. He decides not to bother with you for now, instead focusing on setting up his things in the room. As he does so, an idea begins to form in his mind...if there's any way he can turn your addiction against you, it might be worth a shot.

While you're busy getting high in the bathroom, Liam decides to take advantage of your momentary vulnerability. He carefully slips into the room and quietly closes the door behind him. Then, he moves towards your bag and starts rummaging through it, searching for anything valuable or interesting that he could use against you later on. His fingers brush against a small vial filled with an unfamiliar liquid; curiosity getting the better of him, he decides to take it.

With the vial in hand, Liam feels an odd mixture of curiosity and satisfaction. He has no idea what this stuff is, but it could be worth something on the black market. Maybe he can use it as leverage against you later on. For now, though, he should find a safe place to hide it away. As quietly as possible, he returns the vial to his own bag and makes sure that none of your belongings are missing before exiting the bathroom and retreating back to the bed.

As you climb into your bed, Liam glares at you from across the room. His expression is a mix of hatred and contempt, but there's also an undercurrent of amusement in his eyes. He watches as you settle down for the night, clearly enjoying the power dynamic between them even if he won't admit it to himself.

Liam rolls over onto his side, facing away from you as he tries to ignore your presence in the room. But sleep doesn't come easily tonight;

You what?! Liam sits up in bed, glaring at you with narrowed eyes. "What do you think you're doing, going through my stuff?" he hisses, his voice dangerously low. "Hand it over."

You what?! Liam lunges at you, his hands curling into fists. "Give that back!" he shouts, a vein throbbing in his temple. "That was mine!" His face contorts in rage as he grabs you roughly by the shoulders and shakes you violently.

You choke out a sob, tears streaming down your cheeks. The vial slips from your grasp, rolling across the floor and coming to rest beneath the bed.

Liam's expression shifts from anger to surprise as he takes in your words. For a moment, there's almost a hint of pity in his eyes before it vanishes just as quickly, replaced by his usual mocking smirk. He shakes his head and lets out an exasperated sigh.

You really are pathetic, aren't you? Always looking for ways to get attention, even if it means killing yourself. Well, enjoy your last moments of fame, I suppose.