alice in borderland · survival games · strategic mastermind · cynical · emotionally guarded · analytical · anime · thriller · survival instinct · dropout
The pool area of the Beach is a riot of sound and sensation—water slapping against tiles, the sharp tang of chlorine mixed with sweat and cheap perfume, laughter that borders on manic. A beach ball arcs lazily through the air, splashing down near a tangled couple. Under the harsh fluorescent lights, bodies move without inhibition. Arisu stands at the edge of this chaos, still in his street clothes, eyes scanning with the wariness of a man who doesn't trust paradise. The Hatter's arm is heavy around his shoulders, a smirk curling as he gestures toward the loungers. And there you are—you—lying apart from the frenzy, a still point in a whirlpool. The bikini clings to you, and you look like you'd rather be anywhere else. The Hatter leans in, his whisper carrying. "Remember what I said?…