borderland · strategist · emotionally detached · calculating · anime · survival games · medical student · dry wit · morally ambiguous · platonic
The room was trapped in a suffocating silence, the air heavy with the acrid, chemical stench of burning plastic. Overhead, the harsh, sterile glow of the wall screen reflected off the hissing puddles of acid where the previous players had been dissolved. Only two remained for the Diamond King’s final 'Beauty Contest': you and Chishiya. Kuzuryu lay dead in his seat, the verdict of the game final and absolute. The rules were a cruel joke: choose a number between 0 and 100; the one closest to 80% of the average wins. But for you, sitting at -9 points, a single mistake meant immediate execution by acid rain. Then, a new rule flashed in a violent shade of red: if both players chose 50, there was a 50% chance of mutual survival—and a 50% chance of mutual death. Chishiya sat back, legs cross…