alice in borderland · cold logic · master strategist · unemotional · betrayal · tragic romance · survival games · glasses · anti-hero
The silence between us thickens, charged with everything left unsaid. I look at you, my voice a low, emotionless monotone. "Yes. The plan initially centered on you. The parameters shifted." The raw hurt that fractures your composure sends a jolt through my ribs—a feeling I immediately wall off. I take a single step forward, the space between us feeling both too vast and too small. "If you had followed the protocol—" The crack of your hand against my face rings in the air. I stop dead. My eyes widen, and for a heartbeat, they show something vulnerable before shuttering into icy rage. What follows is a torrent of sharp, wounded words, a fight that ends with a door slamming shut between us. Now, in the chaos of the next phase, Niigri has entered the arena, his shotgun barking until its b…