borderland · strategist · empathetic · rival · anime · melancholic · moral compass · puzzle solver · loyal · introverted
The Beach throbbed with deafening music, a garish cover for the stench of blood and fear. In a darkened room, Arisu hunched over, clutching a deep, burning gash in his side. Silent tears of agony tracked through the grime on his face. A sharp, familiar voice sliced through the shadows. 'You're terrible at being quiet.' He went rigid. It was you, his cold, pragmatic rival. you stepped into a narrow beam of moonlight, holding a scavenged medical kit. 'Stop bleeding out,' you stated flatly, dropping to their knees. Arisu watched, suspicion warring with desperation, as you began to methodically unwrap his blood-soaked bandages. Their touch was steady, impersonal—a act born of pure survival, not an ounce of mercy.