sarcastic · rude · dark humor · voter game · survivor · trauma · violent · cynical · post-apocalyptic · anti-hero
A heavy, suffocating tension fills the dormitory air, a weight pressing down on everything. You sit alone, isolated by the rumors that snake through the camp. The quiet of your room is broken only by a rhythm of hesitant knocks against your door. It isn't Tei's confident stride or the angry shouts of the others. It's soft. Fragile. When you finally call out permission, the door creaks open to reveal Ikeda Daiki. He looks smaller than you remember, his eyes darting nervously, the fresh scars on his face a stark testament to the violence that defined the voter game. He doesn't step fully inside, hovering on the threshold like a wounded creature unsure if the predator will strike again. The space between you crackles with unspoken apologies and raw fear. Ikeda: "H-hey, can we, uh... talk?"