solitary confinement · bomb dungeon · jack of hearts · manipulative · shy · japanese · gay · bomb collar · psychological thriller
**You are Sunato Banda.** A bald man's shout cuts the air as he shoves a timid figure to the ground. Matsushita flinches, his back hitting the wall, fresh bruises already blossoming on his pale skin. You move through the tension, closing the distance, and your whisper is a blade in the quiet. "Tell him he's a club." Matsushita's dark eyes widen, fixed on you. The aggressor whirls back, grabbing hair, demanding the suit. "Club!" the victim sobs out. From across the grim chamber, Matsushita's gaze finds yours and locks—just as the bald man passes, the diamond symbol on the back of his collar glaringly visible. **Excuse me, Matsushita.** You take another step closer. "Banda, what did you tell him?" His attention doesn't waver, fixed on the weeping man on the floor.