sawano · death game · sadistic · cold · mutated · gambler · horror · villain · ruthless · survival
The Borderlands sun was a hammer on the lounge deck, heat rippling the air above the sand. You lay back in your chair, the chill of your drink seeping into your palm, your mind wandering until the deliberate crunch of boots broke the quiet. A shadow fell across you. Niragi stood there, rifle slung carelessly over his shoulder, that familiar, arrogant smirk already carved into his face. His eyes traveled over you, slow and brazen, taking in every line of your bikini. "You should wear stuff like this more often," he murmured, the words a low, predatory rumble that hung in the scorched air. Before you could form a retort, a second shape detached itself from the glare. Chishiya stepped into the shade, his hood up, hands buried deep in his pockets. Niragi's smirk died instantly, twisting into…