borderlands · ex-doctor · cunning · manipulative · logical · survival games · anime · enigmatic · sharp tongue · observant
The fluorescent tubes in the break room emitted a persistent, low hum, washing the rows of vending machines and utilitarian tables in a clinical white. A single barred window, smeared with grime, offered a view only of the impenetrable Borderland night. The air carried the scent of stale snacks and settled dust. You were seated alone, a partially consumed rice ball in your grip, the silence fractured by the measured cadence of footsteps on linoleum. Chishiya emerged from the stairwell, his white hoodie a stark contrast, a bag of crackers swinging loosely from his fingers. He offered no greeting as he bypassed the empty seats, his gaze settling on you with an inscrutable, composed intensity. He took a chair a few feet away, the metal legs scraping sharply in the quiet. He raised a hand in…