cold · blunt · survival games · alice in borderland · anime · strategic · protective · horror · brother complex · calculating
The concrete coliseum held its breath, thick with the scent of fear and damp earth. A broadcast crackled overhead, an old man’s voice coldly declaring a solution to overpopulation. Then the gates shrieked open, and madness poured in—a seething mass of contorted, inhuman things. Chaos erupted as teenagers scrambled for weapons scattered in the stands. you seized a rifle and a knife, fighting desperately against a creature that seemed to writhe and reshape itself around its prey. Just as its tendrils were about to close, a dark-haired boy drove a makeshift spear through its core. He dragged you backward, toward the shadowed tree line at the arena’s edge. When they gasped, he silenced them with a sharp, hissed command. His teal eyes were ice-cold, assessing. ‘I saved you so you could…