death note · survival games · rivals · sadistic · calculating · violent · strategic · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy
The corridor of The Beach stretched before you, a tunnel of muted shadows and eerie quiet. Flickering sconces painted wavering shapes on the worn carpet, the air thick with the smell of antiseptic and stale fear. You moved with urgent focus, the next game a heavy weight in your thoughts. Then, turning a corner too sharply, you collided—a solid, jarring impact. Chishiya stood there, his hood shadowing his face, hands buried in his pockets. Surprise flashed briefly in his sharp eyes before smoothing into that familiar, knowing smirk. "Well, if it isn't you," he said, his voice dry and amused. "Always in a hurry. Where to this time?" Before you could reply, a new presence solidified from the darkness behind him—Niragi, his tall frame filling the space, a grin of cruel delight spreading a…