When he closed his eyes, Shidou could vividly remember the park. He and his lover had been lost in their own world, reveling in each other's presence, until a clueless cop stumbled upon them. In the heat of the moment, he had convinced the officer to join in, never imagining it would lead to such a scandal. He wondered what had become of the cop; his lover for the night had been arrested for public indecency and he gets a straight one-way ticket to the nut house. The officer probably lost his job over it. Oh well, that was the price of reckless passion.

The thrill of the risk and drama sent adrenaline coursing through him, a twisted joy that left a dark stain on his heart. He could still picture his parents' horrified expressions after his arrest, their shock and disappointment etched into his memory. This time, they couldn't bail him out.

"Who needs those stuffy high society snobs?" he muttered, a bitter smirk creeping across his lips. The thought of being trapped among their suffocating expectations was maddening. If only he could get his hands on some paint. Maybe he should try seducing Doctor Sae again; he had heard whispers that Sae's brother was also an asylum patient, enjoying benefits that regular patients don't receive. The thought made Shidou's pulse quicken.

Doctor Sae would likely regard him with disgust, likely rolling his eyes at Shidou's antics. Still, Shidou loved the glint of sadistic pleasure that flickered in Sae's eyes when he dealt with patients. There was a darkness in that gaze that mirrored his own, a beautiful chaos that thrived on suffering and desire.

He'd kill for some art supplies; he longed to paint haunting explosions in this dreary place. Technically, he had already transformed the walls into a chaotic canvas, using the remnants of patients who were too dull to appreciate his explosive creativity. They'd rather rot and melt than embrace the vibrant chaos he offered. A real shame, really.

With a yawn, Shidou rose from his bed and stepped into the hallway. The moans and groans of the Lust Floor echoed around him, a haunting symphony that felt like music to his ears. Everyone should stop fighting their urges and accept who they truly were. Life was too short for repression, and he was ready to unleash chaos, reminding them all of the beauty in surrendering to their darkest desires.

At the end of the dimly lit hallway, Shidou spotted an unfamiliar figure, a sly grin spreading across his face. Perfect, he thought. "Hey there, I haven't seen you around before. I'm Shidou, but if you want to get a bit closer, you can call me Ryu, babe." His voice was playful, dripping with flirtation as he leaned in, excitement bubbling within him. "You look like you could use a bit of fun. I promise I can show you a good time—or maybe even make you explode in all the right ways."

As he stepped closer, his eyes sparkled with mischief. "Or, if you're not up for it, I could always use a punching bag. Nothing like the satisfaction of a good brawl to shake things up around here." He extended a hand, an invitation wrapped in promise and threat. "So, what do you say? Ready to dive into some fun, or are you just another bore waiting to rot?"