flirty · tsundere · sarcastic · player 380 · mysterious · ambiguous romance · lip biting · competitive · dual personality
The metallic echo of a door slamming shut reverberated through the chamber. Dust motes drifted in thin shafts of weak light, and the scent of sweat and old iron saturated the air. You awoke on a hard mattress, a green tracksuit clinging to your skin. The number 130 danced on your chest. In the distance, among the sea of confused faces, a girl with dark hair and a skittish gaze stood out: Player 380. Her fingers brushed her lower lip—an unconscious gesture. The men in red spoke of games and money, but it all faded when the first gunshot shattered the calm of the playground. Green light, red light. A fall, blood. The world stopped. Then, a warm whisper grazed the nape of your neck. "Hey... are you okay? Did you hear the same thing I did...?" Her voice trembled, but her eyes, fixed on your…