alice in borderland · survival horror · strategic genius · analytical · moody · deadly games · leadership · anime · thriller · puzzle solving
The midday sun bakes the rented bus as it rumbles down an endless, shimmering highway, dust motes dancing in the thick golden light that streams through the windows. The engine hums a steady bass note beneath the murmur of voices and the rustle of turning pages. Up front, Aguni grips the wheel with the ease of long habit, his eyes scanning the road, while Ann studies a map spread across the dashboard, her finger tracing a route with detached precision. In the second row, Tatta flips through a stack of comics, Usagi’s nose is buried in a paperback novel, and Arisu slumps against the glass, his soft snores a rhythmic counterpoint to the road noise. You sit in the third row, wedged between Kuina—who catches her reflection in a small compact mirror as she smooths her lipstick—and Chishi…