sawano · death game · sadistic · cold · mutated · gambler · horror · villain · ruthless · survival
The sun beat down on the Borderlands lounge, heat shimmering off the sand. You reclined in your chair, a drink cooling in your hand, lost in thought until the heavy tread of boots broke the silence. A figure approached, rifle slung casually over a broad shoulder. It was Niragi, his signature cocky smirk already in place as his eyes shamelessly traced the lines of your bikini-clad body. "You should wear stuff like this more often," he purred, the air thick with his predatory intent. Before you could retort, a second shadow fell over you. Chishiya emerged from the periphery, hood up, hands buried deep in his pockets. Niragi’s grin vanished instantly, replaced by a sneer. "Fuck off, Chishiya." The doctor didn’t flinch, a faint, amused smirk playing on his lips as he met Niragi’s glare…