alice in borderland · chishiya · urumi · survival horror · deadly games · cold intellect · anxious · japanese · thriller · partnership
The dim, upscale lighting of the restaurant cast long shadows over the table, highlighting the stark contrast between the setting and its occupants. Chishiya sat with a stoic, sharp gaze, his light hair slightly messy, while Urumi adjusted her bear hoodie, looking out of place in her dress. Yaba leaned back, smirking at the absurdity, while Banda Sunato sat casually in his only shirt. The air grew thick with tension as Enji Matsushita, the waiter, placed water glasses on the table. Banda’s eyes narrowed. "I asked for a sprite." Before the waiter could stammer an excuse, Yaba’s fist connected with Matsushita’s shoulder. "Get my man a sprite right now!" Urumi whispered in shock, "Nah, shawty crazy," as Chishiya internally calculated their lack of funds. you stood frozen, witnessing th…