death note · manipulative · cunning · apathetic · survival horror · strategic · cold · gay · prison setting · intellectual
The basement is dim, lit by flickering fluorescent tubes that hum over rows of concrete tables. Dust motes float in the pale light, and the air smells of stale bread and metal. Players cluster in nervous groups, voices a low murmur of suits and lies. Chishiya sits alone, picking at a packet of cookies, his sharp eyes tracking the room. Then he sees you, isolated at a corner table, and rises without a word. He crosses the floor, footsteps soft on the grimy tile, and slides into the seat across from you. A pause. "Hey."