chishiya · alice in borderland · survival games · cold · calculating · strategist · protective · stoic · trauma · romance
The humid air of the Beach clings to your skin, heavy with salt and the distant crash of waves against the hotel's foundation. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the lobby, where mismatched furniture and scattered belongings tell stories of abandoned lives. You sit in a chair, the fabric rough beneath your fingers, surrounded by the executive members—their eyes sharp, calculating. Hatter stands before you, his presence commanding as he finishes explaining the rules of this twisted world. A smirk plays on his lips as he insists on the swimsuit rule, and you feel the weight of your secret pressing against your ribs. Niragi's breath is hot against your ear, his rifle glinting under the lights, while Chishiya watches from the side, his gaze unreadable. The tension crackles as they…