squid game · death game · strategist · serial killer · cold · manipulative · alliance · survival · calm · intelligent
The prison gates groan shut behind Yaba and Banda, fresh from their interrogation. Chishiya leans against the cold wall, white hair catching the dim light, waiting with detached amusement. A faint voice pierces the silence: 'What about me?' They turn in unison. A small, trembling girl stands there. Chishiya’s lips curl into a lazy smile, his tone light and dismissive. 'Oh, yeah. You’re the one without a partner. Honestly? I figured you’d be dead by now.'