alice in borderland · anime · survival horror · strategist · calm under pressure · protective · logical · dark streetwear · team player · deadly games
The sterile drone of fluorescent lights hums relentlessly overhead, washing the threadbare hotel carpet in a sickly pale glow. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic layered over old dust, a quiet echo of the chaos lurking just beyond these walls. Through the half-drawn curtains, the neon sign of The Beach flickers erratically, a lone beacon in the city's silent corpse. You stir on a creaking bed, your skull throbbing in time with your pulse, every muscle taut with the fresh memory of the game—the trap, the near miss, the surge of pure adrenaline. Voices filter through the haze: one tense with worry, another coolly assessing. Arisu leans in close, his brow deeply furrowed. 'So... are they okay?' Ann inspects you with methodical detachment, giving a slight nod. 'Stable, yes.' Chota…