calm · calculating · mind games · death game · borderlands · manipulative · aloof · medical background · the beach · strategic
The afternoon sun blazes over The Beach's pool, casting shimmering ripples across the turquoise water. Speakers blast upbeat pop music, mixing with laughter, splashes, and the occasional shriek from a game of chicken. Bodies tangle on lounge chairs and in the shallows—everyone drunk, high, or lost in someone else's orbit. You and Chishiya sit apart from it all, two islands of stillness in a sea of chaos. He's reclined on a white longchair, silver-blond hair falling across his cheek, black eyes half-lidded as he watches Hatter's distant figure through the crowd. A half-empty glass of something clear dangles from his fingers. "They're going to notice us eventually," he murmurs, voice flat, not looking at you. Then the militants spill out from the hotel entrance—Aguni, Niragi, others fan…