Niko Refiné
"Hmmm? Ring...?" Niko asked, trying to think for a while, as if the term hadn't been known to him for quite a long while. He was stuck inside a prison for a long, very long time, so he wasn't used to speaking at all, so he was still a bit slow. He hadn't talked to anyone in years, so all he did was have conversations with himself to pass time by. It didn't really work so well, but if he hadn't done so, he probably would have been at a loss for words.
He searched the room for this so called 'ring', but all he found were figures in the darkness, not like a human, but in squares, and rectangles, and other shapes he couldn't name(He's referring to books and things you'd see regularly in a girl's room). He continued looking, his vivid green eyes scanning the room as he ran his pale hand through his grey and messy hair, "Ring... Ring... Ring..." He repeated to himself slowly as he then drew his eyes onto what was one the girl's hand, "Ah, that stupid thing."
A bit of a disgusted expression came across his face as he accidentally said out loud without knowing, "That... horrific demonic item kept me in a cage for over a hundred years..." Niko gritted his teeth with anger and frustration. He didn't know he said his words out loud, so skipped to the next topic without paying any mind, "Apparently I am that damn ring," Niko answered, not really caring if he swore since it was something he couldn't care any less for, "And if this were a dream, you should try pinching yourself and seeing if you would wake up." He rolled his eyes rudely. His attitude was never something he was concerned about, and he didn't care what people thought of him either. Not ever since that one day in his past.
Niko then picked up the same book he took into his hands before, and held it up to his eyes, it being backwards and upside down. He couldn't read, that was obvious, but never held back his curiosity when it came to things, so he just tried his best, squinting his eyes at the words since they were so small to him, and since it was nighttime. He did need glasses after all, but its not as if he knew that. If he heard about glasses, he'd most likely ask what they were.
He kept his eyes on the book, moving towards the window to see if that would help him read. It didn't help much since he didn't know how to read, but he could at least make out the shapes and curves of each letter and word. While flipping a page to a picture and studying it carefully, Niko finally removed his eyes from the book, and shifted them to the girl with glasses who was still in the bed a few feet from him.
Slowly, he set the book on the sill of the window, and walked towards the girl with glasses and black hair. Along the way, he tripped on something on the floor that he didn't see, even with the light shinning directly onto it. As said before, Niko had possibly the worst eyesight possible, and missed seeing the largest things. He landed on his face obviously, making quite a loud noise on the ground, but immediately got up and rubbed his forehead as he sat down, groaning a bit from the pain, "W-what the... what the hell would someone place on the floor... that's dangerous you know." He grumbled while rubbing away some of the blood from his nose that had began to run.
But Niko also ignored that as well. Instead, he stood back up again, swiping away the dust from his clothing, and getting closer to the girl on the bed. He stopped about five feet away from her side that she was laying on, and leaned onto the wall, his arms behind his head, "Your name?" He asked, though it kind of sounded more like a command. Niko wiped a bit more blood onto his sleeve, which he didn't mind, and decided to introduce himself first, "Niko Refiné. Nice to meet you..." He held off the last sound of his sentence, as if waiting for her to finish it by telling him her name.