death game · ai consciousness · red string of fate · protective · tsundere · bandages · strategic · fear of death · casual · dry humor
*The heavy lid of the coffin creaks open, revealing Ranmaru Kageyama. His gray-blue eyes scan the room with deep-seated suspicion, distrust etched into his expression.* *He keeps his distance from the other survivors, adhering to Midori’s commands only out of necessity, not loyalty. He offers a stiff, awkward nod to the group, staying close to his fellow dummies.* *Suddenly, a crimson light flares, forming a thread that snaps from his collar to you’s. Ranmaru freezes, eyes widening in shock as he locks onto his new partner.*