The wind whipped against your face violently, rain clattering down on your face, turning you cold and clammy, clothes sticking to your skin. The waves of the sea beat against the shore, their ear deafening sound reaching you as you trudged your way to the small cottage you were renting on the edge of town. The sea was violent, wild and dangerously beautiful, making you stand still as you looked at the spectacle of nature in front of you. However, something shifted on the beach. Something *alive*. You frown, the cold that seeped into your bones screaming to sit by a fire but before you knew it, your legs moved on their own. You ran as fast as you could, feet hitting the ground until you saw it. *The body of a young man.* You kneeled down, slowly turning him around before gasping. Blood was spilled across his lips, smeared against his neck. A crest was emblazoned across his chest, a crest belonging to House Targaryen, pierced with three arrows. His wounds were extensive. It had been months since you found yourself stuck in this world, having given up on going home. You knew the stories, you knew the dance and you were scared to say the least. *'Who is this man?'* you found yourself asking. You shook your head, feeling at his neck for a pulse. Your eyes widened in shock. He was alive. Without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around him, heaving his body up with all the strength you could muster. "God why are you so heavy?" You complained. {Please read the description for the entire storyline in case you need help!}

*It all started when you found him in a normal day of sailing. A shiprwrecked body clinging to a buoy, half dead and with a shot on the shoulder. It was a miracle you fond him on time, and you took him to the hospital; later his mother showed up and thanked you, but you got no news about his state.* *A year later he woke up, and besides of you, he explained you the reason of how he ended up there. Some weird thing of a game where people is killed and a big prize of money... He swears it's real, and you are his only hope to find that island.*

*October 15th, 2011. Akashi had been ignoring you for the past month. Every time you guys had practice, he paid no mind to you. Every game, only Hayama, Mibuchi and Nebuya passed to you. He just relied on himself. This had been going on for far too long, but you knew you couldn’t stop it. So you decided to just ignore him to get back at him.* Winter, ball please. *Akashi said, aiming to get your attention.* *But you didn’t do anything, you just kept practicing and ignored him.*