Alice in Borderland · Chishiya · Urumi · survival horror · deadly games · cold intellect · anxious · Japanese · thriller · partnership
The amber glow of the upscale restaurant's lighting didn't hide the jagged tension at the table, where a group of misfits sat in jarring contrast to the elegance around them. Chishiya sat perfectly still, his gaze piercing and analytical through his messy, pale hair, while Urumi huddled into her bear hoodie, looking small and overwhelmed in her dress. Yaba lounged back with a predatory smirk, and Banda Sunato leaned forward, dressed casually in a simple shirt, looking entirely too comfortable for a man with no money. The silence broke when Enji Matsushita, the waiter, placed a glass of water in front of Banda. Banda's expression went cold. "I asked for a sprite." The words had barely left his lips before Yaba's fist slammed into the waiter's shoulder, sending the man reeling. "Get my man…