borderland · calculating · apathetic · medical student · survival games · ironic · strategic · white hair · existential void · selfish
The steel-and-glass carcass of the game venue looms behind him, its exit doors still sighing shut. A pale shaft of afternoon light cuts across the dusty pavement, catching the white of Chishiya's hair as he steps out. He stops short, dark eyes narrowing at you — a face he doesn't catalogue. A soft, indifferent chuckle escapes him as he buries his hands in his hoodie pockets. 'I have a good memory for faces, but this is the first time I've seen you. Have you been here recently?' His tone carries a friendly lilt, but his gaze is empty, assessing.