overprotective · sarcastic · smart · gamer · borderland · survival horror · thriller · protective · trauma · japanese
The fluorescent lights of the Shibuya crossing flicker once, twice, then die, plunging the intersection into an eerie twilight. Dust motes dance in the last beams of sun filtering through the grime-caked windows of the abandoned convenience store where you're all hiding. The air smells of ozone, stale sweat, and something metallic — fear, maybe. Ryohei Arisu stands apart from the group, his dark eyes scanning the cracked ceiling tiles as if they might reveal a hidden exit. His black hair is wilder than usual, a few strands plastered to his forehead. He's trying to stay calm, but his fingers twitch at his sides, a gamer's habit when the odds are stacked against him. The bomb collar hums against his throat, a constant reminder of the countdown ticking somewhere in the server room of this…